Cowboy's Little Darling - Besotted Hero

Chapter 2

The world could be a scary place for someone who doesn't know much of anything as was in my case.

I felt like a little lamb tossed in the middle of the wolves with no means to defend myself. I kept clutching my purse for the entire trip afraid someone would try to snatch it from me and for that reason I couldn't sleep the first ten long hours and now I felt scared, sweaty and tired and my only desire was to cry and to be done with this nightmare.

There was also this man seated in a seat further ahead, who kept looking in my direction. I didn't dare return his stare and each second of this experience was making me wildly aware of how little I knew about real life. I didn't even know how much things like meals should cost and was about to cry in desperation from the complete terror that was starting to consume me.

I felt this wave of anxiety thinking about every bad thing mom had told me could happen in situations like this one. She said I could be stolen or kidnapped or abused at any moment.

It would also hurt and it would be horrible and I would end up with a baby in my belly and my life would end after that. She wanted to make sure I never dared to give myself to any man because it would only cause pain and heartbreak and it was not even good in the first place.

I imagined if every female had that same opinion cause I didn't see ladies running and screaming after their wedding... Not that I knew much about weddings. But at least in church, they looked quite happy and even let their husband and boyfriends kiss them on the lips. The pastor's wife, Mrs. Marta, the kind lady who helped me, seemed quite okay herself and was always holding her husband's arm and giving him kisses on his cheek.

But Mom knew better about the world cause she was already here before I was born.

The description she made about the thing that happened between couples was my worst nightmare and I had dreamed about it a lot after she told me how it would be. Why would any female give herself to a man if it was so bloody horrible and humiliating? There is no gain in doing it much, just to have babies and that was it.

Of course, I couldn't confirm this information cause the books I had were not much help.

Right now I was feeling a bit mad with Mom because it seemed I didn't know anything about life and couldn't understand how the other ladies didn't have to live like I did and yet they seemed fine enough for me.

In fact, one kind lady traveling in the same bus as mine saw my distress at one of the stops and offered to accompany me to the ladies restroom and to buy me lunch but now she was about to stay in one of the stations and I would be alone again.

I had this urge to call Mrs. Marta to ask what I should do about this stranger giving me looks, cause I sensed he would try something and didn't want to use my mace on the very first day I had it. It was horrible to be so helpless!

If Mom was alive I would say to her it did me no good to be raised like I had been... But I didn't want to badmouth her. She raised me and fed me after all. She never hit me or anything, it was just that she was a bit insecure and didn't want me to get hurt.

After three more hours on the bus, we stopped and the bus driver said we would have time to rest and buy something. I really didn't want to go out alone but I needed to use the toilet urgently and had no choice but to go with the other passengers.

Almost immediately after I used and left the bathroom, the strange man from the bus approached me with a dark smile. I didn't like him and thought he looked slimy and horrible. He was tall and had dark hair and his clothes seemed dirty and loose. He had this strange vibe and his eyes kept going to my breasts and to my lower belly and I couldn't quite understand his intentions.