Casidy's POV

I giggle so hard as I clung to the steering wheel. I really hadn't planned to get him wet, but what can I say? The universe was working in my favour today. 'Bout yuh a come flag down like mi a taxi! Him brite eeh?'

'But what if a supm did wrong wid him car? I mean, he was standing by the bonnet! So....'

My mind wandered, with guilt lingering in my emotions.

*Later that night*

Charity and Mummy are fast asleep and well, as they say 'No sleep for the wicked', not that I am wicked or anything. But then again I did 'Get the nasty Falmouth sewage water all over him'.

Uggggggghh!!! And here I am thinking once more about him, how we met and my fucked up life. I felt like screaming, rolling, stomping.... I have to get out for a bit!

I hurriedly pulled on a pull over and my sweat bottoms, some sneakers and drove out... reaching the turn off to enter the high way, just one place came to my mind.

I finally reached the spot and got out of the car and just screamed until my knees hit the sand. The tears gushed down my cheeks. After 30 mins of pouring out, my sorrows were now washed away by the waves. Serenity was now in effect.

I got up and climbed on the bonnet, with my back on the windshield and just watched the tide.

I felt the warmth of a blanket and attempt to turn on my side, instantly realizing I wasn't in bed. I didn't even remember dozing off.

'Yuh brave eno Miss!" His voice seemed to appear out of nowhere. Turning to the left, my eyes met his.

He was leaning against a Black Range Rover, arms and legs crossed and his face bearing a little smile.

" I'm sorry ab...." I tried to say as he cut me off.

"No need, yuh good man."

"No, let me explain!" His head dipped while his eyes glanced up on me, reflecting amusement. " It was never my intention fi flash yuh up and even after, I should've stopped to apologize."

The tears were back and auctioned themselves for him again to see.

'Mi a cry infront him again! Cho man!' I thought while using the back of my hand to wipe my face.

Reign's POV

I was so shocked as I pulled up and saw her car there. All was in my head was that some thing had happened to her. Why else would she be here? I pulled up right beside her car and immediately ran out only to find her fast asleep on the car.

"Jah know da B ya brave!" I chuckled while searching her car for something to throw over her. I saw a fluffy pink and white baby blanket, but figured that would do.

After placing it over her top half, she woke up and tried to apologize, even though I told her it was ok, she insisted and burst into tears. At this instance I just wanted to hug her, but resisted because 'man no grow dem way deh.' Instead I held out my hand , not looking at her and said "Come on."

Her cold damp hands gripped into mine and she careful made her way off the car. Interlocking our fingers, we walked to along the shore. A fit of silence echoed the air.

"Talk to mi!" I broke the silence saying. And with that, she told me about her abuse filled childhood, how she struggled through university, got pregnant for a wasteman, took a leap of faith and used a loan to start her own Human Resource outsourcing company and was only a month away from having another last name. No wonder she felt overwhelmed!

With all that was said, I now knew the meaning of her tears and though I knew I was probably bad for her, we had just started something new!

Was it gonna be beautiful or disastrous? We can only see.

*Six months later*

Tough days but mi neva complain🎵🎶🎶

And rough days client a buss brain🎶🎶🎵🎵

But mi wull faith caah mi nuh know failure🎶🎵🎵

Naah have nothing fi lose inna eh game fam🎵🎶🎵

Twenty-five to life wi gaa jail fah, 🎵🎶🎶

I silenced my phone while taking it up to see who could be bold enough to be calling me so early, 8:00 am on a Saturday. It was Casidy.

"My yute a wahm, man cyaan sleep inna him bed star?" She giggled and I couldn't help but smile.

"Mi have a fava! Mi waan yuh drive mi go a bay go pick up Charity cake from the girl and go Mega mart and Fontana go pick up more balloon and thing cause a swear mi did have enough but mi need nuff more." She rambled.

"Jah know! Bighead lucky a she eno cause if a neva fi har, mi wouldn't come outta mi bed." I answered sitting up.

"Yuh deaf fi stop call mi pickney so!?? She name Charity! Gees!" She laughed.

"Alright gimi a hour fi reach yuh foot!"

"Make it half cause mi ready" she hung up.

Shaking my head, I tossed the phone aside and stretched. My erection was high and the thought of her seemed to be making it mountain like.

I rushed in the shower and brushed my teeth.Pulling on my white Tees and a white Polo shorts , white socks and white and grey Airmax, I thought 'A wonda wa Mama P have ova deh fi eat?' Casidy's Mom was born to be in the kitchen. She always had some tasty treats in her oven or mouthwatering food on the stove. It surely remind me of growing up with my mom. No one can replace my mother, RIP, but Mama P had a place in my heart.

In less than 5 minutes I was pulling up at Casidy's. " Mama P!" I shouted heading inside, knowing she would answer saying something fiery.

"Aiii man, if mi name a did lastic yuh tretch it buss it! Tap e noise a come in man! A doe know how dem stan yuh up Retreat!" She cursed while taking some thing out of the oven. "What a bwoii born fi mek noise sa!"

Taking a seat on the kitchen stool, I watched her slicing a piece of Cornmeal Pudding and put it in a dish. She took up a lid to cover it and I stopped her saying, "Den Mama P, mi no deh right ya so, weh yaa cover it fa ?"

"Because a ready me ready!" Chasidy come out her passage saying, my jaws dropped. She quickly headed to her car, which we'd use and my head bobbed to the movement of her ass in that B... b... booty shorts. Since I've known her, she has gotten so thick 'like mi a gree wid har'.

After she love har belly so!

Grabbing the hot dish from Mama P I smooched her on the cheek and ran towards Casidy.

'Eeey if a bwoii eva look pon har too hard today!'

"Lata yaa, cause a mi and the Real G a par ya now eno!" I gimmicked getting into the car.

"Alright unu drive good" Mama P shouted, "and memba di foil paper!"

Off we drove and got shit done.