His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

78 I Lost!

No, I can't. There must be a way. I kept saying to myself.

A shadow appeared under the streetlight and I saw a homeless man with a backpack coming towards me. He sat down on another bench next to me, took out a bottle of wine and a loaf of bread from his backpack and began to eat. The sound of his mouth chewing stimulated my taste buds. I swallowed, and the tramp quickly finished the food in his hand. He drank the last drop of wine from the bottle and curled up on the bench with his backpack to sleep.

The extreme hunger made me feel physically and mentally tired. So I leaned back against the bench and slept for a while. As long as there is a breeze nearby, I will wake up unconsciously. The tramp next to me kept snoring. I looked at the sky, which was still dark, and I wished dawn would come soon. But even at dawn, where should I go?

It had been a long night, and I was almost waiting for the morning with my eyes open. The moment I saw the first light in the sky, I felt as if I had regained my strength. So I got up from the bench and glanced at the sleeping tramp.

What's the difference between him and me now? If I'm going to survive, I have to deal with food. So I turned on my cell phone to check if there was a soup kitchen nearby. My cell phone shows there is a church shelter five kilometers from the park. Every morning at 7 o'clock, the church staff will distribute free food. I looked at the time. It was 20 minutes to 7 o'clock. That means I need to be in the soup kitchen in 20 minutes or I might not even get the crumbs if I'm late. Besides, I'm not sure I'll get a lift on the way.

After taking a deep breath, I quickened my pace towards my destination. By the time I got to the soup kitchen, there were already long lines of people. So I stood at the back of the line. I kept my head down and kept looking back to see if there were any police around, but instead of the police, I saw more and more people lining up behind me.

About an hour later, I saw that there were five more people in front of me. But I found that there was very little food left on the table, and it seemed that the church staff were not going to add any more food because one of them had already started to carry the spare table to the car.

Please, just give me a bottle of water. I prayed and prayed.

Luckily, there was one last meal left when it was my turn. I took the bread and a bottle of water happily, and prepared to find a place to eat. But then a tiny hand tugged at my pants. I looked down and saw a little boy in old clothes staring at the bread in my hand.

"Sorry!" The boy's mother hurried over and pulled him to her side.

"Didn't you get any food?" I asked the boy's mother.

"No," said the boy's mother, her hair sallow and her face haggard. She was wearing a blouse stained with stains and a pair of washed-out jeans.

"You can have my food," I said, handing it to the boy's mother.

"Thank you," said the boy's mother, "My name is Joan and I was fired from the union a month ago. Tim's father and I are divorced and his father hasn't paid alimony, so we often don't get food."

"I know it's hard for a mother," I comforted her. "At least you didn't give up on your child. Everything will be fine."

The boy's mother hugged me with a good smile and then turned away with the boy. At this time, people who did not receive food constantly complain, some even loudly curse. Most people dispersed, searching for their next target for food.

My stomach gave out a hungry protest again, so I touched my already hungry belly to comfort myself. It's gonna be all right, isn't it?

A scream came into my ear and I saw a tall, thin, tattooed man snatching food from the boy's hands. This f.ucking man!

I rushed up and tackled the man, then punched him in the face. The man fainted immediately. I grabbed the food from his hand and gave it back to the boy's mother, who was so scared that she grabbed her boy and ran away.

"You son of a b.itch!" I scolded the man on the ground.

Then the onlookers came to watch. I ducked into the back alley of a bar so as not to attract attention. As it was morning, there were hardly any other people in the alley.

Next to the trash can, I saw a shabby old one-seater sofa that had been thrown away. Exhausted, I sat down on the broken sofa without thinking. I had used up all my energy to teach that man a lesson. I need food and water.

Just then, the back door of the bar opened and a tired-looking waitress dropped two bags of trash on the lid of the green bin. The opening of the garbage bag was untied, so the garbage inside was exposed. I found half a pie in a pile of beer bottles and leftovers.

It should be clean. I lied to myself. Maybe it was something a guest didn't want. It hadn't even been bitten.

As I hesitated to pick up the half piece of pie from the garbage bag, a man's gruff voice came up behind me.

"Hey, girl!" The man came up to me drunk. He looked at me lustfully. "How about you suck my d.ick and I buy you a hamburger?"

"Go away!" I glared at him. The man's coat was still covered with dried white vomit. But the man's pimply face disgusted me more than his clothes.

"You b.itch." The drunk man grabbed my hair and pushed me against the wall. Because I was so exhausted, I was held down by a man before I could react. He opened his mouth and tried to kiss me.

"Go away!" I pushed the man away, but his power was greater than mine. Then I spotted the wine bottle in the garbage bag, so I reached into the bag, picked up the bottle and smashed it into the back of his head.

I knocked him out before his tongue got to my lips. I was completely drained of energy. Just as I looked up, I saw two policemen standing at the end of the alley. They should have seen what I did to the man.

"Police, stay where you are." Two police officers shouted at the entrance of the alley as they quickly approached me.

I turned and ran. The sound of running shoes came from behind me. I knew the two policemen must be after me. I hurt someone, and they won't let me off so easily.

At last, I reached the end of an alley where there was no way out. What do I do? Where do I go?

I pulled out my phone and called Daley. Now I had to ask him for help. All dignity and pride have been forgotten by me. I admit I lost!

The call went through. No one answered after the first ring. No one answered after the second and third rings. It's killing me to wait every second. My hope faded with the ringing of the phone.

My hand was shaking as I held the phone. A strong sense of foreboding came to him at once.

Come on, answer the phone!