Trauma

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Keira

Kevin was out for majority of the day and Makahi was out of town on a conference. In three weeks I would be on the road for two and a half months with Kevin for August's summer promo tour. I honestly didn't want to go but I had too.

Having the house to myself was a relief. Its been a minute since I was home alone so I could walk around in my over size tee and boy shorts, Kevin stay having niggas in here.

As I moved around in the kitchen preparing lunch, my beats pill blasted some dancehall music. I moved my waist like I had learned some years ago.

"Dem cyaa test,

Dem nuh bad enough

War dem waan fi war mi tell dem hurry up

Dem cyaa test,

Dem a pussy yow

Anywhere mi go mi carry mi gun hi nuh..."

I sang alone and slow whined to Vybz Kartel 'Cya Test We' as I got my grilled fish out the oven. Being with Damian for all those years, made me sensitized to the Caribbean culture a lot. Even though he lived in the U.S for so long, he made sure and keep his culture intact while here, plus he always went back to Jamaica every now and then.

Completely unaware of my surroundings, I was startled by August's presence by the door way of the kitchen when I turned around, almost dropping my tray.

"Oh my God!!!" I exclaimed clutching my chest. "How long have you been there?" I asked I tried to catch my breath.

"Ma bad..ya bruh told me ta meet him hea"

"Oh ok"

"I didn't mean ta scare ya like that...what was that you was listening too"

"Its call dancehall and that was Vybz Kartel."

"Its sounds good"

"Yea."

"How you got into that music?" He asked walking to the fridge.

"My ex boyfriend is Jamaican"

"Oh aight...and again I'm sorry fa sneaking up on ya like that"

"Yea no problem" I smiled a little.

"I'll be in thea waiting on ya bro"

"Ok" I nodded as he walked out.

When he was out of sight, I let out a huge sigh of relief, resting my face in my hands, when I realized what I was wearing. Looking down at myself then remembering how I was bent over, twerking, my entire body felt flush of embarrassment.