Iyana McKinney didn't come from a rich family. She grew up with her sickly grandmother in a run down apartment building until her grandmother died just after she graduated college and even though they didn't have much, her grandmother made the sacri...
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She picked up her phone for what felt like the hundredth time in the last half hour and each time a little more colour drained from her face.
"Yuh good babes?"
"Uh, yeah." She offered me a smile but it didn't reach her eyes. "Aguh bathroom, soon come." I paused the movie and she got up leaving the phone.
I was minding my own business but the phone started vibrating again and I let my curiosity get the better of me making me pick it up.
'Ricardo 🥰'
Was it......him?
I contemplated whether or not I should answer and it stopped ringing which gave me the motivation to put it back down until it started ringing again and before I could stop myself, I accepted the call and put the phone to my ear.
"Yuh si y mi nah stop beat yuh inna yuh bloodclaat likkle horing gyal. Yuh lucky mi neva deh yah Wen yuh come bout yah tek up clothes. Anytime yuh come back inna dah house yah pussyhole, a murder mi go murder yuh bloodclaat since yuh wah style man ting an mek mi look like clown a road. Di man dem did tell mi seh yah commonaz enuh an mi shouldn't wife yuh up but a cause mi did rate yuh, now mi seet clearly weh dem did a seh." I was shocked to say the least and was at a loss for words. "A bet seh mi kill yuh an hide yuh fucking body mek dem cyaan find yuh? A bet seh mi mek dem bawl fi yuh likkle dash weh belly hore out, big pussy gyal."
"Weh yah duh?" I looked up to see her standing there and I took the phone from my ear before ending the call. "Y yuh ave mi phone?"
"Who is Ricardo?"
"Nobody."
"A him a yuh boyfriend?" She didn't answer and I sighed. "No Ky, yuh cyaan guh back deh suh. Di man literally just threaten fi kill yuh."
"Him nuh mean it."
"Girl, be so for real."
"Wen mi guh home tomorrow, wi aguh talk bout it an den everything aguh good."
"Are you fucking crazy?"
"That is where I live Iyana."
"An yuh can nuh live deh nuh more suh come again."
"Mi affi guh back."
"No the fuck you don't." She ran her hands down her face with a heavy sigh and a groan. "An if yuh guh back and it wasn't all talk?"
"I don't know."
"You won't know because you will be dead. Love or no love, yuh cyaan a play wid yuh life suh Ky."
"Mi nuh ave nuh weh else fi guh Iyana an mi cyaan guh back a St. Thomas, nthn nuh deh deh suh fi mi."
"You're working Ky, yuh can get an apartment an move out." Sighing yet again, she sat down on the arm of the couch and her head fell into her hands.
