Gilda's P.O.V.
I stood there on my front porch with a stolen milk bag clutched to my chest. I debated with myself about what I should do with it. I couldn't go back and simply hand the man the milk and say, "Sorry, I stole this because I was preoccupied watching you abuse those two girls." But I also couldn't in good conscious drink that milk. The inner goodness eventually won over and I decided to take the milk back.
First, however, I went into my house and grabbed a bag to hide the milk. As I started off down the road in the direction of the store, I noticed a large thing lying on the ground about a dozen metres away. I squinted in an effort to see what it was, and then realized I was actually looking at a who and not a what.
The person was lying there on the lawn in front of the Davidson house, and I picked up my pace. As I got closer I recognized the person as Sajana. For a moment I stood stock still, probably in shock.
Then I rushed over to her, attempting to figure out what happened to her. Had someone beat her and left her for dead? Did she have a condition that no one knew about?
I looked for any bruises or signs of physical injury, but couldn't find any. Now came my final question : What do I do?
I couldn't simply sling her over my shoulder and bring her home - my arms aren't what they used to be, I tell you. I couldn't drag her across the sidewalk either. I decided to wake her up instead.
I knelt down next to her and put my hands on her shoulders.
"Get up, child," I said, shaking her vigorously. No response.
"Get up I say!" I said a little louder, shaking a little harder. This time, one of her eyes opened a little.
"Come on! Up!" I nearly shouted. Finally, Sajana got both her eyes open. She stared at me, and I imagined she was more than a little scared.
I got up slowly with the help of a nearby tree, and gestured her to get up too.
"Come with me, Sajana," I said reaching for her hand. She took my hand and got up while asking," How-how do you know my name?"
I turned and smiled at her.
"I'll explain that soon enough."
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Stranger to Me
Historia CortaGilda Perkins would be the first to say that her life was okay. Retirement was a sweet place to be indeed. Every afternoon, she had a cup of tea and settled down to read. They were peaceful and restful, and Gilda believed she needed nothing more for...