chapter 7

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Author's Pov 🦋

The taxi driver dropped off the lady and her grandchild up a hill, at a real big house, the smallest house up there was for the guards.

Kahdeja saw a mansion it was so beautiful, when the man drove off she was looking back," a rich people live up here," she mumbled to herself, then the car started to make funny noises.

"Driver a wah gwann".

"Bomboclat, like the car nah start" he cussed getting out, they were in front of another big mansion only thing, the other one was bigger than this.

Kahdeja's POV

God a wah this now, a night now eno, and me not even get fi buy any feminine products at the store because mi a hurry up

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God a wah this now, a night now eno, and me not even get fi buy any feminine products at the store because mi a hurry up.

"Sorry baby but yuh affi guh walk car nah start"I hissed my teeth Betta mi did wait yah mn.

I came out and lock the car, he no tek no fare from me, and I started walking in the dark, then me hear gunshots, mi catch mi fraid and stop walking.

No, you seh yuh no friad a gunman my subconscious mocked.

Yes, when dem neva in front a me I thought.

Maybe dem we no trouble me, mi ago risk it, I slowly walked up to a house playing loud music, mi did a look ova there, I hear the gunshot getting more and more loud so me run a the dark part weh the gate deh.

Then someone covers my mouth.

"Who send yuh, "the person said squeezing my throat, I hit his hands, he was too strong, and I feel my back hit the concrete wall

Then the person let go, and I drop to the ground coughing.

"It's you, weh yah do up here so, shouldn't you be home" the voice familiar, I stared at the same man, me need fi stop call him Rasta man, weh he name.

"Yuh ago kill me idiot"I shouted, hitting his chest, damn so muscular...

Author's Pov 🦋

Daniel grabbed Kahdeja's hands pinning it over her head, "relax...you can stop, just a get me upset" she glares at him.

"Why you always a find trouble, go home now" he shouted.

She didn't respond, she looked up at his face in the dark area, his hands were still in place, and his minty breath was blowing on her face along with his strong cologne.

"I can't" she mumbled, she was always confident, but now she lost all power.

"Why" he whispered back, removing his hands from her," a bay gunshots" he laughed.

"Call yuh gunman, you no fi fraid mek him come protect you no" he teased troubling the young girl.

"I lied" she mumbled.

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