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🔷🔹Klaus' POV🔹🔷
Saturday, August 26th
10:58 pm
"Make sure that the gate to the west of the community is sealed shut" I shout to shortman and he nods his head.
I pull my pants up onto my waist as I take a hit from the weed. I hold it in for a while wanting the effects of it to kick in quickly.
Bulla taps me on my shoulder and points to a figure walking up to the gate as we dress back further into the darkness.
"Nuh weh she name deh dat?" He asks as he taps me lightly on my shoulder trying to remember the name.
I watch as what appears to be a woman figure with a baby in her hands walks closer and closer to the gate quickly.
As I examine the walking it hits me who it is.
A weh she a do up yah?
Hissing I wait for her to reach the gate. She walks over to the dark corner of the barriers and takes out her phone.
"Amoya," He says finally remembering and I nod.
"Memba when she use to seh the youth a yours" He laughs and I hiss.
"Stop tell rass lie anno everybody get jacket like yuh" I taunt and he hisses pushing me slightly away from him.
"Yuh is a piece a crosses nuh know how mi and yuh a friend," He says shaking his head lightly before taking a sip of his liquor.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out to see Moya's name on the screen.
I slide the answer icon taking the call. I place my phone to my ear and hear her heavy breathing.
"Klaus," She says her voice shaky and soft.
"Yeah," I reply and a sigh of relief leaves her.
"Uhmm, mi can ask a favour please is life and death and mi know how yuh feel bout mi and with what a gwaan now you nuh too trust nobody but me a beg yuh please anno set up, mi nah try fi do yuh nothing. Mi just a beg yuh fi help mi run weh" She breathes out as I watch her look around the area and move further away from the streetlight.
"Weh yuh deh?" I ask
"Mi deh out a the barrier" She replies and I end the call.
Bulla looks up at me with curious eyes.
"A who dat?" He asks as he looks between me and Amoya.
"Moya, she a seh she waah mi help har run weh" I inform and he laughs.
"Help har guh weh" He chuckles while shaking his head.
"Knowing that gyal the man dem from Denham town goodly send har" Bulla voices and I can't but agree with him.
But as I watch her from a distance slightly shaking and anticipating my arrival. I feel bad and want to help not her but the baby in her arms.
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