19 year old Ka'Moura moved from her small community in St. Thomas called 'Stony Hill', where she was suffering from poverty, to start a new life...a better on in the city...In the town rather.
Wah dem say when a country girl move to the city?
𝐂𝐨𝐮...
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Unknown Location📍 3 days later... Tuesday, June 26 Time, Unknown
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•K A' M O U R A•
3 days. That's how long I've been here. Not even that, 4. It's like living hell in here.
Little to no food, little to no water, and all they do is beat and abuse us, especially me. Because I'm the one she wants. They hardly touch Lynn though, because she's pregnant.
My whole face hurts. She kept and allowed them hit me in my face every chance they got, saying that he thinks that I'm prettier that she is.
I've accepted my faith a long time ago. I don't know why I'm still here. This' literal torture.
I'm scared and angry. Angry because I can't grab at least one of these men.
I've been praying, night and day. For Kimali to just walk through these doors and take us far away from here. I know he's looking for us, but damn, he needs to try harder, he needs to get us.
Every part of my body hurts, Every. Single. Part. I just know that I'll have PTSD from this. Looking over at my sister, a tear falls down my cheek.
"Lynn?" Her head is rested on my shoulder. Gently, I shake my shoulder to wake her up.
"Lynn?" I try again, a little louder this time. Panicing, I lift her head from my shoulder, shaking her gently. "Unnuh call one a dem, please!" I start sobbing, shaking her body.
Sadie and Christine rises up, banging the door as hard as they can. Why she nah wake up?
Why she nah move? Why she nah breathe?
No, no, no. NO!
Gently resting her body on the floor, I start doing CPR.
"Help!" I cry out as I pump her chest. Please God, No.
"Smaddy help we, nuh!" Sadie yells, banging the doors. Bro, I swear to God. If my sister dies, I'm going to kill Kourtney myself.
Each pump, my heart shatters. My brain keeps swelling, my limbs starts getting weak. With tears welled up in my eyes, my vision starts to blur.
Oh God, my heart. It aches. I-- I--
I can't keep up. I-- My vision darken. The thud of my body hitting the cold floors, that's the last thing I remember.
