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We touched down and I could literally smell the difference in the atmosphere. I'm home.

"You have a big smile on your face," Dro pointed out.

"It's been years," I kept looking out the window.

"Why haven't you come back? I'm sure you could've saved up enough money?" He asked and I sat down.

"Honestly?" I asked and he nodded. "I kept making excuses. Excuses about staying with Andre and the reason for it but I was scared. I think deep down inside I still loved him. Not the person he became but the person he used to be. I moved to America when I was about 18, he was my first love," I said. The plane was quiet and I sighed.

"I tried to leave before," I looked up at Dro, he just looked at me with no emotion in his eyes.

"Why didn't you?" He asked and I lifted up my shirt and pulled my pants down a little.

"We fought. That day was the first day I fought back," I smiled with the memory. "But he took a knife and dragged it across my hip to my mid thigh. I couldn't go to work or school by how bad he beat me, after that I was scared,"

"But the scar is hardly there," Dro touched it and I shivered from his freezing cold hands.

"After a while most of my scars go away. I guess I have tough skin, plus I used coconut oil," The pilot began speaking and I jumped up. "Finally!"

The doors from the plane opened and I screamed. My body was flung behind Dro and he had his gun out. "What's wrong?" He asked.

I began laughing and he his head. "Dro, I was screaming because I'm home. Plus, this is my country nothing's gonna happen to me," I stepped in front of him. "My cousins will make sure of it,"

I stepped off the plane with Dro's help and we stood there as a car pulled up. "Yuh did call fi mi?" The guy asked and I screamed again. My sister must've told my brother that I was coming, even though I told her not to tell anyone.

"Dread!" I hugged my little brother and messed his dreads up a little. My little brother is a bad ass, always doing shit he's not supposed to do and acting a fool. That's the reason I don't want to bring him to America, I know for a fact that he'll get in trouble with the law.

"Don't touch my hair, who dis?" He nudged his head to Dro. Dro now has his glasses back on and his hand in hi pocket. He casually walked over to my little brother and just stared.

"Her boss," Dro put his hand out and my brother shook it.

"What does she do for you?" My brother spoke proper English to him.

"I run a small clinic, she's a nurse," Dro kept it simple. I chuckled at his "small clinic" because he's referring to his mini hospital in the basement.

Dro looked at me with no facial expression but I can tell behind those dark shades that he's smiling at me with his eyes. I took my hand off of my brothers shoulders and walked over to get my luggage.

"I got it," Dro whispered to me.

I jumped. "How the hell did you get over here so quick?" My heart raced. I told him I don't like people sneaking up on me, it reminds me of too much.

"Sorry, I know you don't like that. Go sit in the car, I got it," He smiled at me. "I'm not as weak as I look," he showed a dimple that I've never seen before on his perfectly sculpted face.

"You have a dimple," I smiled and he nodded. "Okay I'll go now," I heard his pick up our luggage and walked behind me.

"Let me drive," I told my little brother and he smirked.

"Best driver I know," he tossed me the keys and I waited for Dro to get in.

"Sit in the front, boss," Dread teased Dro and I laughed. I've missed being here. Dro sat down and buckled in.

"Scared?" I asked and he shook his head. He's scared, probably doesn't know I can drive better than his chauffeur but I don't drive in America.

I adjusted myself in the car and then left the airport. "What have you been up to?" I asked my brother.

"Man, mi nah do nothing if that's wah you a ask," He smirked and I know he's lying.

"Mhm, if you're not doing anything then why did Renee call me about you?" I lied. Renee doesn't speak of my little brother, she doesn't care about other people than her self. Which is why I'm scared for her to work at the club, she has the perfect mindset and I don't want her life to spiral out of control.

"She talks too much," he went back to proper English. "So what if I got this girl pregnant,"

"You did what?!" I damn near slammed on the breaks.

"You weren't talking about that?" He asked. "And since when you stop speaking patwa?" He asked.

"I speak it everyday, I just don't feel like it yet," I said. "Back to this pregnancy thing,"

"She's my age and she's-"

"Imma stop you right there," I turned on to a very familiar street, the one I stayed on with my grandparents. I turned on another street that brought me to a hotel.

"Get out the car," I told him. My brother hesitated but he did. "Do you know how much it is for a baby? Especially in this country where everything is hard to get to? Dread thing with your head," I mushed his head and his dreads flocked.

"Stop treating me like a little boy!" His light face grew red. We all have the same father, but according to our mother, he got our fathers mothers genes. Light skinned, green eyes, light hair.

"You are a little boy!" I yelled. "You have no idea what it's like to take care of a child!"

"And you do? Where's your son? With us right? Shit got hard so you sent him to Jamaica!" Dread yelled and what he said stunned me. No one knows why I sent him away, it's not their business but either way what he said sent a spark in me.

"What'd you say?" I asked and he opened his mouth to say it again but couldn't. My fist connected with his jaw and I kept going. "Don't ever in your fucking life disrespect me!" I yelled.

I felt my body lift off of him and I spun around to see Dro. "Let me go," I demanded and he did. I walked over to my brother who was holding his nose as it leaked.

"Yuh lucky seh we have the same madda, cause I woulda box yuh dung," he threatened and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't talk about my mothering skills," I warned.

"You have them?" Dread asked again and I kicked his knee.

"Bitch," I muttered and walked back to the car.

"Where was that rage when Andre was-" Dro started off but I gave him a nasty look.

"You're staying here," I told him and he shrugged. Guiding him into the building, I smelled my grandmothers cooking.

"Mama!" I yelled out.

"Who's there?" She yelled back. I soon saw long curly hair and bright teeth smiling at me. "Oh my baby," I hugged my grandmother and couldn't let go. After a while she laughed. "Alright let me go now," her soothing accent made me smile.

"I've missed you," I said and she touched my cheek. Her old light hands against my dark skin made me smile, like it always did.

"Not as much as I've missed you," she said and her English accent warmed my heart. My grandmother is Jamaican born, British raised. She came back to Jamaica in her late 20's, met my grandfather and decided to just stay here.

"Mama, this is Dro. He's my boss," I introduced and she gasped. By this time Dro took off his sunglasses and stood like a body guard behind me.

"You're beautiful," she pulled him in for a hug. "You sure you only work for him?" I put my head down as my face heated up, it wouldn't show that I'm blushing but I am.

"Yes ma'am," I laughed.

"I think you're beautiful too," Dro kissed my grandmothers hand and spoke with the same thick accent that I love to hear.

"And he's Italian, bloody hell," my grandmother fanned herself and laughed. "Earl! Come here,"

"Oh God," I laughed as I heard my grandfather mumble about being interrupted.

"I was watching- no man! Ah my granddaughter dis?" He chuckled as he pulled me into a tight hug.

"How you doing?" My accent came out. Dro looked at me with his big brown eyes and smiled.

"Much, much better now that my favorite granddaughter is here," He hugged me again and sighed. "Is this your boyfriend?" He twanged now that he say Dro.

"Her boss," my grandmother teased and I groaned.

"He's my boss," I reassured. Dro put his hand out and my grandfather shook it. "He needs a room here," I said. My grandparents has had this hotel for as long as I can remember. Summertime I would come here and help my grandmother cook for guests and when I got older I would clean up rooms, doing a full room service. This hotel made me to be who I am today.

"You sure? Not a big fancy one?" My grandfather asked.

"No, he'll stay here. Get good food and company," I smiled at Dro because I'm kind of excited for him to be here, where I grew up.

"Alright, follow me," Mama said and we began walking. Dro lagged behind us a bit, I'm not sure why though. "He's our first guest in a while,"

"How come? You guys used to be booming back when I was here," I scrunched up my eyebrows.

"Mostly because of you," my grandmother teased. She looked behind us at Dro. "Men would get rooms for a day or two just to see Grace. And when foreigners came here, they fell in love the same way," she laughed.

"Papa wasn't having it," I laughed with her. "'Member that one time when he threw that coolie man out?" I turned to Dro to see him smiling. "He literally threw him out,"

"Here's the room," my grandmother opened the door and handed him the key. It wasn't a fancy hotel to have fancy rooms but it was comfortable. Rooms were spacey with soft king beds and nice accents around the room.

"I'm going to wait for him to get settled," I told my grandmother and she smirked but left without a word.

"You like it?" I asked.

"This room is about the size of my closet," he smiled with that cute dimple, again. "I-"

"We all can't afford huge closets," His closet being the size of this room, then it's huge.

"You know I hate being cut off," He went back to his stale face and I felt bad. I liked him smiling and a light aura.

"I'm sorry," I said and he groaned. "What'd I do this time?" I asked.

"Stop it!" He almost yelled. "You need to get out of the mentally that you're always doing something wrong," I didn't say anything because he's right.

"Where are you staying?" He asked.

"With my mom," I rolled my eyes. "If I get too annoyed, I'll probably slip through your window,"

"Okay cat woman," he unzipped a few bags. I kept yawning but not on purpose. "You need to sleep, have your brother take you home,"

"You're in my country now, don't need to worry about my safety," I laughed and he smirked. "Have fun! I'll be back tomorrow, text me once you connect to the wifi," I don't know why I told him to text me but I felt compelled to say it.

I wish I could just stay here but I need to see my son. It's killing me knowing I'm an hour away and I can't even see him. My ignorant little brother needs to hurry and take me to him. Only thing is, I'm not excited to see my mom. She's a very sweet lady and I love her to death but she can be overwhelming and overbearing.