Naomi's a newly divorced, single mother, who's dedicated to herself and, the wellbeing of her daughter.
It took only one interaction to change her mind on pursuing another love interest, but with having an intrusive ex-husband/ baby father, her lif...
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"Ouch"
Attempting to move my wrist, realization struck. My eyes blindfolded, hands restrained.
Yuh see weh yuh did do, yuh cyah no badda did do dat.
If I could roll my eyes at the voice in my head I would. But being blindfolded makes that impossible.
Cyah rub out.
Due to the inflicted pain on my wrist, I try again to move them. Unsuccessful.
"F—ck" I say through gritted teeth.
Hearing footsteps, followed by a low chuckle, I pause to listen closely. The space goes silent.
Feeling movements from the baby, it confirmed s/he is fine. I heave a sigh of relief. All I need to do is just remain as calm as I can, for his/her sake.
With a throbbing pain in my head, I start to remember how I got here in the first place.
Emiza!
I received a text directing me to Bay Front Park. Upon arrival, I met with Emiza and was ordered to give up my phone and go for a ride with her. Being under such compromised position, I had to comply, seeing that she had men ready to shoot if I didn't.
Who to blame, the voice in my head jeers.
Last thing I remember was being a few minutes into the drive and was knocked out blindsided.
Now I'm here.
Hearing shuffling from heavy chains, I snap my head to the direction of the sound. Footsteps follow after. Next, the screeching noise of a door being opened.
Yuh nuh start pray yet.
"So we're just gonna keep playing the silence game?" I break the silence.
Seet seh yuh have a death wish enuh.
Hearing a chuckle, one that's low, by the sound, it's obvious it came from a man.
Another voice can be heard, she's whispering.
"Emiza?" I let out.
The footstep gets closer. I can feel whoever it is circling me. The floral scent confirm it's her.
I try moving the chair, but it's unsuccessful. She laughs out. She's enjoying this too much.
Hearing the sound of a phone ringing, immediately it answers. It's on speaker. Purposefully.
