𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚.

6

"Relax? I'll bring you home tomorrow." Relax?

Before I know it, I'm having a panic attack.

Remember I said my ex tried to use me for my body.

He held me down once.

I almost killed him. That's when I decided to stop talking to him.

"Shadia?"

"Shadia, yuh good?" Gio shakes me.

That shake brought me back to reality.

"Yuh wah go home?" He asks.

I shake my head.

That what the past.

Gio won't hurt me that way.

Or will he?

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•𝐆 𝐈 𝐎 𝐕 𝐀 𝐍 𝐍 𝐈•

I legit had to lift Shadia out of the car, She didn't want to go home and everytime I start the car the cries.

This' weird and strange.

I don't bother to ask her what's wrong. She'll tell me when she's ready. She's not talking anyways.

She's having a panic attack.

"Please call Sasha," she says as I put her on the bed.

I nod, take my phone from my pocket and do as she requested.

Sasha answers on the third ring.

"Wahm? Wah yuh do to me bessie?" She jokes.

I pass the phone to Shadia.

"Shit!" I hear Sasha say.

"Breathe, Shadia, Breathe." Sasha tells her.

I walk to my bed side table and take up a bag of pineapple weed and my crusher, then walk out to the balcony.

When me done build me splif, mih nuh tarry fi light ihh.

Time fi wull a deep medz.

Why she a have panic attacks?

What happened to her?

What caused her trauma?

Did someone- The thought of someone causing her pain get me grimey.

The image of her being scared of me earlier comes back.

Wah the fuck could a cause that?

Too much things a run through mi mind right now.

I sight.

Halfway through mi spilf, mi hear Shadia a laugh.

Music to mi ears.

Love to hear it.

"Gio!" Shadia calls me.

"Glass door on you right!" I answer, giving her the direction to the balcony.