So Wah Di Title?

Run Run

*Tahlia's POV*

"Mi a mek sure seh everything gov wid yuh b," he's holding me hand.....

"But why everything a go gov now after yuh run mi?" I'm trying to let go of his grip but it's no use.

"Mi never did a think straight fi tell yuh the truth, but mi never mean wah mi did seh to yuh. Mi know mi did hurt yuh but mi sorry, mi should a never dealid yuh like that, especially since yah mi girlfriend."

"Oh so a now mi a 'girlfriend'? Nuh the same girlfriend yuh tell fi go find the taxi who breed her? Better yuh let mi go enuh Mario."

I'm trying to get loose of his grip but he still insists on not letting me go.

Dah ute yah-

"Just listen to mi nuh Tahlia" he says.

Why does his grip feel so.....real?

"Tahlia" his voice is fading. His image is fading.

Why is everything fading?

"Tahlia!"

I feel something slightly hitting me on my bottom. It feels.....flat and.....hard....like metal.

I faintly opened my eyes and tried to move my hand but.....

Somebody a hold mi hand? Why mi cyah move mi hand?

"TAHLIA!" She shouts echoing the room. A Mommy dat?

Shit....

I shot up and she's giving me a death stare. I looked at her hand-

Why she have a cutlass in her hand?? Chop she a go chop mi??

A wah mi do?

"Yuh pregnant Tahlia?!!" she's waiting for an answer.

Wah mi fi seh??

"Momm-

"Ansa mi fucking question yuh pregnant?!!!" she's exclaims, jerking me.

Tears started to flow down my cheeks. I can't answer......I don't want to.

I'm scared.....suppose mi seh no?.....how she find out?

Wah mi fi do?

I look to my left and see my sisters curled up on the bed across the room. They're obviously scared. She is going to kill me infront of them.

I tried to get loose from her clinched grip but nothing's working.

"Yuh nuh ansa mi!" she says now draping me.

Mumma just a stretch out yuh 2 gran blouse so my subconscious grins.

Now a the time fi run joke dutty gyal??

"Yuh see if yuh EVER mek mi ask one- more- time- essi"

Box she a box mi?

This is it. She's going to kill me

"Mommy leggo her nuh!" Mikaela shouts, running to help me.

"Pickney leggo off a mi! After she go breed fi wukliss Mario and a hide belly inna fi mi rass house unuh move man!" her anger flares.

"Or a Rico?? Which one eeh?" she says leaning over. I leaned back away from her confused.

"N-no a nuh Ri-

"Shut up man!" she shouts slapping me across my face.

I hold my face sobbing.

Who tell her seh a Rico? Mi and Rico deeven talk.