Summer's Interlude

25 | Rivalry

"You look gorgeous too, I love it when you wear red, that's your color," she tells me, shifting her attention to her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

She always says this about whatever I wear, and I always appreciate her compliments.

"Mommy me a try find me purse, me bring it up yah but me loss eh" I exclaim, kissing my teeth.

Bag have me wallet and all a me card dem bredda.

"This purse?" Mommy says, revealing my ruby red saddle handbag.

Huh?

I scrunch my brows, and she immediately picks up on my confusion.

"Maxe brought it in a little while ago, he thought it was mine," she says with a shrug, handing the bag over to me.

Likkle germs.

Me know seh him did know a mine.

"Oh okay, thank you for keeping it safe for me" I joke, playing off my sudden annoyance.

Maxe love ramp too bloodclaat much.

Me know him probably thief money outta it to.

"Me aguh find him" I tell her, and she hums her response as I take my leave.

Maxe nuh know me a mad ooman?

Why him love trouble me?

"Oh Maxe-pooh" I sing out his name, silently praying my tone doesn't expose my intentions.

Before I can continue my search, a figure jumps out from behind me, grabbing my frame and placing a hand over my mouth.

Jesus savior...

A yasso di fuckery start.

"Is either yah look fi me fi cuss me, or beat me, which one?" Maxe asks, making me chuckle.

Glad him know.

"Both" I manage to say through his fingers, my voice muffled.

"Then me nah let yuh guh" he declares, tightening his grip around my mouth.

Weh di fuck wrong wid Celine bwoy pickney?

I internally groan, already over the game we had just started to play.

"I'll let you go if you promise not me hurt me...me tek money from yuh purse" he bargains silently, and I can't but to laugh.

Fucka.

Me did know seh him did theif something.

Without hesitation, I bite deep into his fingers, and the scream that exits his mouth is enough to satisfy the rage building inside of me.

He steps back, releasing me from his hold as he tries to press down on his open wound.

Aiii sah.

"Gih me back me money?" I demand, extending my left palm.

He pulls out his wallet with his free hand, returning my bills, and I immediately count them.

"All this over five-thousand dollars? Really?" I scoff, taking in the pathetic expression on his face.

Shameful.

"Me did aguh gih yuh back later" he lies, kissing his teeth.

Yuh brite.

He's whimpering at this point, blood drips slowly from his index finger, and I feel absolutely no remorse for my actions.