I've created a monster!!!!!

[Marlita 0]

Marlita we posted de sameting at deh sametime ie look lik we tink de same

Yuh kno!! This story got mi about tuh guh maad!!

[Sonshyne 2]

Marlita we posted de sameting at deh sametime ie look lik we tink de same

Yuh kno!! This story got mi about tuh guh maad!!

Yuh seeit

[jawi876 2]

Delmar reaches into the back of his waistband to pull the gun out from hiding. Mya gasps, and begins crying. Mya almost looses consciousness from the throbbing pain in her temple. She sits down heavily in the passenger seat because there is no obvious way out, and she is too tired to try.

Delmar slowly comes up beside her, with the gun still drawn. He instructs Mya to put her legs inside the car. He closes the door, and places the suitcase into the trunk.

Mya: Tran, please don’t do this. It’s not too late to make amends, and make things right. You know that Travis will be looking for me. Please don’t make things worse than they are right now. Ooooooo…Tran, I’m pregnant and I need to see a doctor. I’m so dizzy. Pl-pl…

Mya looses consciousness again, and Delmar looks at her longingly. He leans over and kisses her parted lips passionately. He become angry at her failure to respond to his ardent advances.

Delmar: Nuh bodda wid dat Mya. Mi nuh care if yuh eadtop lick yuh…tonite ah we honeymoon and mi ago swell ie hup star! That’s right…go ahead and get your rest beautiful. Sleep puttus…sleep.

[jawi876 2]

Tradee: Nuh man. Oonu fe gwaan tuh yuh reception. Mi will link yuh if mi need yuh. Mi ago check pon a few spots mi knoa Tran love. Fitz mi yout…nuff respect. But, mi nuh gwaan ruin all yuh wuk so hard fe man. Lata zeen? Alrigh…alrigh. Come nuh.

Fitz: Mi ago touch de road wid yuh Rasta. Toya alrigh mi yout. Har ago link wid har parents while we gwaan. Rasta, Toya nuh gwaan henjoy herself as long as Mya missing zeen. Mi do a ting fe yuh and mi wife and Mya. Yuh brodda head fe Bellevue yuhseeit? Neva undaestimate mad man bredrin. Mi ago wid yuh zeen. Toya mi love yuh bad. Keep yuh phone on babes. I’ll call you to let you know what’s happening every step of the way. Frowzy, yuh ready?

Toya: Okay. Please be careful honey. I love you Fitz. I love you too Rasta. Hurry up and bring my girl back!

Toya’s Father: Shouldn’t we just call the police? Toya, what have you ladies gotten yourselves into? Fitz seems to be a nice enough young man. His love for you is evident. I don’t understand how Mya just disappeared without anybody noticing. So, the Rastafarian guy thinks she is with his twin brother?

Toya: Daddy it’s complicated. I promise to explain it all after Mya is safely with us. Right now, I can’t deal with the stress of you judging our actions. Let’s go talk to Fitz’s parents. We can ride to the reception with them. I promise everything will be okay. I love you Daddy…you too Mom.

Fitz, Frowzy and Tradee jump into Fitz’s car. They left the Mercedes for Toya and Fitz’s parents. Tradee drives toward Delmar’s home with Melodee. The men are in silent contemplation of the day’s events.

Frowzy: Yo Fitz man. Mi neva knoa say de yout frum farrin mi hinvite tuh de wedding claim Toya fe im hown. Mi neva meant fe stawt war. Mi Gawd, Toya nuh look like har rate de stoosh eediat dem. Sarry man.

Fitz: Nuh man. No way fe yuh fe knoa. Besides, mi neva tink de man Melodee bring come tuh de wedding ah Toya’s ex. Cha. Whaa a bag of phockery! Den mi neva knoa Shotta ah yuh brodda Rasta. Mi neva see im and yuh always call im Tran when mi did around yuh. Nuff ting a mix hup mix hup. So mi yout, yuh brodda do a ting tuh Mya ar im juss phock wid yuh same wey? Mi tink im did learn im lesson inna Amnesia, dyam sibling rival a bloodcl** joke.

Tradee: Mi hongly hope his dat mi brodda got har. At least im feel a way bout har still. If Melodee and Chantelle get har…RAASS! Melodee and Chantelle rude laang time. Dem carry bokkles hof hacid fe dash pon oomen dem. Chantelle chat phockery bout har and Melodee nuh rate dem friendship…awhooa!

Mya nuh heasy atall…but har nuh ready fe dem tings dere yuhseemi? Bumbocl**! Mi ago chop sumbaddy rass ova mi gyal! Mi nuh stop huntil mi can nyam at dem flesh and drink dem pu**ycla** blood! Mi ago mek de beg and bawl fe Jah tuh spare dem! Jah knoa!

Fitz: Mi yout…nuh let ie trubble yuh. Mya ah bad gyal. Har can manage huntil we find har. Calm yuhself star. Gwaan easy mi yout.

Tradee: Eeehhhnnn. *kiss teet* Man tek I man fe bloodcl** joke doan? Mi wonda ow dem get Mya widdout ah whole bag ah warra. Mi bwoy, if Mya run joke pon big man…bwoy mi tell yuh. Mi tell har frum mi bawn, I man nuh inna joke and ting. Har fe knoa herself and choose de man har rate. Mi cyan manage de back and forth ting. Mi nuh gwaan share!

Fitz: Easy mi yout…Mya knoa herself. Yuh knoa har same wey still. Mya ah breed fe yuh. Nuh let yuh ead lef yuh star. Yuh ago married tuh har, and har ago breed nuff time fe yuh Rasta. Easy nuh bredrin…gwaan easy.

[SupportOAFJF 0]

That is fantastic...lets pray this is it !!!! get rif of him ..ahhahaa

U did throw a twist on the wedding ..soo unexpected....Delmar lost his blinking mind a staright a mad house him a go...

Melodee u is one nasty whoring someting...fi u pickney sake mi pray no have HIV..nasty gyal !!

[brownnskinn 0]

Delmar looks over at Mya in the passenger seat. He is amazed at how beautiful she is, despite the huge lump and bruise developing on her temple. Delmar drives in circles aimlessly, not knowing where to take Mya. Then, he remembers a spot that only he and Melodee knew about. Delmar thinks back fondly of the times he and Melodee would catch a route taxi and ride to Portmore on the weekends. They would often stay for a day or two at a time, before they became bogged down in adult responsibilities. Delmar knew the perfect place to take Mya.

Delmar: Hearth HAngel, I knew that you would see things my way once I convinced you of my undying love. Mi knoa mi neva tell yuh dat mi love yuh nuff times. But, mi love yuh Mya frum mi bawn. We wedding day nice fe tru. Nuff pretty pretty flowa an ting. Mi wish mi coulden tek yuh pictra next tuh de watafall…but we ago back when de guest dem lef. Mya why yuh nuh wear a veil or flowa inna yuh hair? Yuh hair so silky and smoot. Ie remind mi of de first time mi meet yuh. Yuh rememba Mya puttus?

scaring me now.

He gone mek mi admit his crazy rass!!! he dun lost his dyamn mind

Edited January 29, 2008 by brownnskinn

[brownnskinn 0]

ohhhhhhhhh I want Rasta fi catch Delmar and beat him senseless. He is crazy OMG I want fi beat him senseless miself.

Jawi.......your writing is unbelievable.

He don't have any sense left.....I'm bout reddi ti whipp hout the psychotropics on his Rass....Mya betta wake up and put a whippen on his Rass.

i'm sooo pissed..i couldn't even focus in yoga if this daymn eediot.

[phatmadame81 0]

This is where it is,

I am gonna try and catch up............

tory look like it hotta dan hot......whollah 8 pages.....mi have mi night cut out. Mi gwan read

mi a go try an nuh say notting just try fi catch up ( unless mi can't hold my tongue (well inthis case mi fingah )

[SupportOAFJF 0]

dat a go be quite didfficult fi Madame...pure badwud outta u mout !!

[brownnskinn 0]

Mya nuh heasy atall…but har nuh ready fe dem tings dere yuhseemi? Bumbocl**! Mi ago chop sumbaddy rass ova mi gyal! Mi nuh stop huntil mi can nyam at dem flesh and drink dem pu**ycla** blood! Mi ago mek de beg and bawl fe Jah tuh spare dem! Jah knoa!

Fitz: Mi yout…nuh let ie trubble yuh. Mya ah bad gyal. Har can manage huntil we find har. Calm yuhself star. Gwaan easy mi yout.

Fitz: Easy mi yout…Mya knoa herself. Yuh knoa har same wey still. Mya ah breed fe yuh. Nuh let yuh ead lef yuh star. Yuh ago married tuh har, and har ago breed nuff time fe yuh Rasta. Easy nuh bredrin…gwaan easy.

de rasta mad now....

[jawi876 2]

The men pull up in an angry cloud of dust. Tradee jumps out of the car, and kicks in Tran’s front door.

Tradee: Mya! Empress ah mi Rasta!

Tradee, Fitz and Frowzy look around the room for any type of clue. Tradee notices that all of Tran and Melodee’s clothes are missing. But, Tran still has numerous shoes lined neatly against the wall. Tradee begins angrily pulling drawers from dressers and bureaus. He dumps the mattress, and ramsacks the small bathroom.

Fitz: Come on…dem nuh yereso. We waste time man. Rasta! Mi bwoy calm yuhself ar yuh cyan elp yuh ooman.

Fitz jumps behind the wheel because Tradee is in no shape to drive. Tradee gives him directions to some other spots Tran frequents. Just when they are about to give up, they notice Tran passing them heading north toward Portmore. Fitz hits an illegal u-turn on two wheels. His skill as a route taxi driver become obvious as he overtakes cars and trucks alike. Fitz hits the gas, and downshifts to pick up even more speed. Soon, they are two car lengths behind Tran and Mya.

Tran is talking, moving his head from the road to his passenger and back to the road. Mya’s head is lolled to the side. It is obvious that she is not a willing passenger or conversationalist, and Tradee’s fury intensifies.

Tradee: Push ie man…nuh let im loose yuh!

Fitz: Mi got im bredrin. Yuh wan mi fe pull hup next tuh im…ar follow im?

Tradee: Nuh man…follow im. Mi nuh wan im fe hurt har anymore mi yout. Why is her moving like that? Is she dead? Is Mya dead man? JAH!!! *Tradee bites down hard on his jaw, and tears line his lower lid. He cracks his knuckles from the tension housed in his body. He is wound tight like a cobra ready to attack.*

Tradee: Get mi Empress back! Mya mi yere babes…yuh man yere.

[Shemmy 4]

Jawi you're such a FANTASTIC writer!

This is getting sooo good!!!

Tonks! I was going to do the predictable all haades break loose at the wedding...but it just wasn't flowing for me...so I had to switch it up a little. I really wanted Fitz and Toya to get married. I love them so much.

God is so good! I finally got my Final Trial Notice from the judge. With God's grace, I should be getting divorced on February 19, 2008. It will be three days after my 6th wedding anniversary. Woo-hoo! Finally a ray of sunshine to hold on to!

Congrats

Good to see 'ya.

[phatmadame81 0]

Hi everyone.

I'm sorry that I have not posted anymore of the story. I really thought that I would be able to finish the story this weekend. But, it doesn't appear to be in the works. I have been in a LOT of pain lately. I'm depressed because I can't get any relief. I'm just tired. Tired through to the bone. I just want to lie down and not get back up. I'm only holding on by a thread for my sons.

I'm dealing with a lot of negativity at work, and its hard not having any real friends in Atlanta. My man is in Canada, and all the people that really love me stay in other states.

I feel like I'm missing out on so much with you guys. I feel out of the loop and like a stranger. I don't know when I'll finish the story, I apologize. I'm just so tired of it all.

Jawi

I am very sorry to hear this, bu tI pray and hope that you will get over this and get better............Just know god NEVER gives us more than he thinks we can handle...this might be a little test so later things will be better.........I really wish Icould take your pain.......Love yu much

dat a go be quite didfficult fi Madame...pure badwud outta u mout !!

kimmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy , u c cause mi know you preggers and mi nuh wan no star inna mi eye I gonna mek dis slide :lol: ........... how you and the baby holding up?

[Dimples876 0]

Mya nuh heasy atall…but har nuh ready fe dem tings dere yuhseemi? Bumbocl**! Mi ago chop sumbaddy rass ova mi gyal! Mi nuh stop huntil mi can nyam at dem flesh and drink dem pu**ycla** blood! Mi ago mek de beg and bawl fe Jah tuh spare dem! Jah knoa!

Fitz: Mi yout…nuh let ie trubble yuh. Mya ah bad gyal. Har can manage huntil we find har. Calm yuhself star. Gwaan easy mi yout.

Fitz: Easy mi yout…Mya knoa herself. Yuh knoa har same wey still. Mya ah breed fe yuh. Nuh let yuh ead lef yuh star. Yuh ago married tuh har, and har ago breed nuff time fe yuh Rasta. Easy nuh bredrin…gwaan easy.

de rasta mad now....

don't say that....he doesn't know what's going on he just know that his wifey is missing and maybe his brother has something to do with it.

Delmar mad and I want all 3 of dem fi cetch up pon him rass inna him yard gate and beat the living shyt outta him and mek sure dem get some good licks fi mi to.

But Delmar bright but naw shine bout him kidnapp poor Mya. If you love somebody that much you rather hurt them because you can't live w/out them.....that is crazy. (mi kno rate domestic voilence attal)

[phatmadame81 0]

Ian: WHY TOYA?? WHAT THE PHOCK IS GOING ON? DID YOU CONVENIENTLY FORGET YOU HAD A FIANCE IN AMERICA WHILE YOU PLANNED THIS BULLSH**?

YES TO RAYTID, YOU MUST BLOODCL*^T BLIND

srry mi couldn't hol dit in..Kimmy I tek it back......mi miss out nuff tings . mek mi go back