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T Y E E K A
Me fraid enuh.
Waah man offa me, mi love. Waah man offa me. Waah man offa me right yah now.
Him a go lick me.
Yuh fi get it.
No, I shouldn't. A my body and me can do anything wah me want with it.
That's why yuh fi leave certain type a man alone then.
Kiss me teeth. I had other important issues and them sumn deh a wul down.
I found myself fiddling with my fingers, avoiding eye contact as I remained silent, lost in my thoughts.
A furious Matthew loomed over me, his anger palpable in the charged atmosphere as he stood there, a formidable presence.
Me fraid a him bad.
Suppose him shoot me.
Yuh never say yuh love gunman?
Not in this moment.
After nearly two weeks of no communication , we found ourselves face to face, a palpable tension hanging in the air as we stood before each other.
Yet, despite the charged atmosphere, an even larger unspoken issue lingered between us, casting a shadow over the already strained encounter.
Him a go f-k me up.
I did something that I knew he wouldn't forgive me about and I didn't feel bad about doing it.
Me nuh business.
Despite the passing of my brother, Matthew and I continued to communicate. His support became a crucial part of my coping process, and my daughter formed a strong bond with him.
In the aftermath of my actions, guilt consumed me, leading to a self-imposed silence as I withdrew from communication with Matthew, burdened by the weight of what I had done.
Me couldn't face him so me just cut him off.
I chose to come clean to Matthew today, seeking to unburden myself by sharing the truth about my actions.
In the aftermath of my revelation, minutes passed in tense silence as Matthew fixed me with a piercing, almost menacing gaze, conveying the weight of his emotions.
The man ago fuck yuh up.
Me know.
Wonder if me can run or disappear.
His silence was scaring me.
The unsettling gaze in Matthew's eyes intensified my unease, adding another layer of fear to the already tense atmosphere as I awaited his response.
