𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄|| JOAO FELIX

C H A P T E R 2 | 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐀

You felt bad.

Not because of what had happened before with your dad and the two dudes, but with the man that you just stole from.

The guilt was eating you up but you knew you would have to do this. It was for your own good and even if you felt like shit for it, it had to be done. Besides, the tickets were resting in the palm of your hand ol so neatly while the man probably was long gone by now.

You shook your thoughts away and left the shop. Heart was still racing because now you felt paranoid that someone saw you steal or maybe your dad was looking for you.

Or maybe both.

Chills ran down your spine as you suspiciously walked into an ally way, trying to get away from all the people and looking for shelter from the hardcore rain.

You felt scared. All you wanted was to be at home and snuggled in a blanket but instead life gave you a hard battle to fight. Even if you wanted to return home, which you surely did not, you wouldn't even know the way back.

Your father never let you leave when you were young, now being a teenager almost a full adult, you felt utterly stupid and dumb for not knowing the city as well as others would.

It's not like you didn't ever try to learn, but with your dad he made sure that you didn't leave the house unless he wanted you to. Which made a very huge impact on your knowledge in general.
And you weren't about to ask around, God knows how many times you learned your lesson for that. All the people you've ever encountered were horrible humans, and you truly don't know if you have ever met someone caring and thoughtful in your life.

So finding wet clothes and other weird clothing on the ally street floor, you picked it up and wrapped yourself around it. As the night grew dim your eyes felt heavy, as your hunger grew and tears fell down from your cheeks, you closed your eyes and silently cried yourself to sleep.

Dreaming about what it would be like to have everything that everyone takes for granted.

🦤

"This is your pilot speaking, everyone make sure that you are seated during the ride unless you need the restroom. Make sure to have your seatbelts on and enjoy this long flight to Barcelona."

You adjusted yourself in the seat, thanking God that you were seated next to nobody.

Although that didn't stop people from staring, but honestly you didn't blame them. You looked like a mess with your hair all curled up and un brushed and your face probably full of blood or dirt. You didn't brush your teeth that morning or showered due to being on the street. You probably stunk so bad. so yeah, to other people you looked like a homeless person.

Which, to be honest, you were.

You didn't practically have a home and honesty you wouldn't even wanna call that 'home' anyways. There was nothing but bad memories and trauma filled in there, and that's not something anybody should call 'home'.

Shaking your head, you looked at a small bag that you stole from someone earlier- yes you stole, again. Even after you said you would never after stealing the ticket. But it's not like the bag costed much and that wealthy person you stole it from probably has 30 more of those at home so really, you didn't do much damage.

Anyways, you looked down into the bag, you scanned over to see if all your extras clothes were in there. Which they were, thankfully. You wouldn't want anyone to steal the clothes you stole from somebody- ah yes, you stole the clothes too.