Hissing my teeth before pulling the door once again to enter, ave mi a wull up the driver time fi foolishness.
"Step pon di gas pedal and doh turn back," I say to him and he nodded before knocks exceeded on the windows.
"Stop ramp wid mi." He pressed his gun against the window and the driver unlocked my door sticking both hands up in fright.
Suppose a somebody else a wull the gun? A suh the driver woulda gih weh mi life?
No reviews.
Stinking man.
Making sure I left nothing inside before exiting, the driver sped off. Walking to his car making grumbling noises with my mouth as I sat in the back seat.
Avoiding avid eye contact with him, "Yah 4? Come ina the front seat." Ignoring him as I fixed up my hair from the outside temperatures.
"Yuh nuh fraid?" I finally broke silence referring to pulling a gun on an innocent bystander.
"Fraida wah? Nah guh tell yuh again. Front seat." He demanded and without hesitation I climbed over on his white leather seats in my Crocs.
Hissing my teeth, "Woulda fuck yuh up fi dat if mi did beat ooman, Swear to God." He pinched his nose bridge in frustration.
Firstly, me and him nuffi a talk, nuh know weh the people dem bwoy pickney wah wid me.
"Im sorry baby." I pursed my lips together as I pulled him in for a kiss now sitting on his lap.
"Mi wah fuck yuh, yuh likkle kiss dem cya wull mi." He stared directly into my eyes to tell me straightly, jolting me as I felt his boner digging into me.
I love spending the times I have with him when he pops up to where I am randomly after my father started tracking my phone.
His methods of trying to keep me out of contact with Jayce is concerning and at times controlling.
"Soon pull it up." He whispered as he played with my hair admiring me, "Pretty yuh fuckkkkk." He groaned jilting his head back.
His groans.. ugh.
People this is why mi cya stay far from him, his touches on my skin are intoxicating, they make me want him more.
His father is supposedly still in jail awaiting his trial with the Supreme Court in August, and my father wants us to migrate directly after that.
How do I say that to Jayce? How do I even live with myself knowing what I want will be in two places.
Law School in America and Jayce in Jamaica.
"Jayce International, him can travel 1500 miles easily if him wah see yuh."
Clearing my throat and looking around in his car, realizing the stars in the car's headliner.
"Yuh always do that when yuh wah seh something, what is it?" I rested my head on his chest.
"...My father is making us Migrate after your father's murder charge cases are dealt with.. but I don't want to leave you."
He laughed a bit, "Think a sumn bigga dan dat, Anuh nothing fi mi fly out fi yuh enuh Ma." He said in a comforting voice.
Hill heigh, Norbrook, St. Andrew
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