Abandoned

Chapter 1 :: Turn of events

Coming out of the ally....was probably the most awkward thing...ever.

First off, I came out right in front of a very tall and rapist looking guy, who bumped into me and knocked me into another person behind me. He then stared at me, a disgusting smirk across his face, and raised his eye brows...

I shock my head and said "Not happening." And stood up and walked away. Creeper.

And, every person who saw me come out of the ally, look at me as if I had just killed some one. Then happened to keep a 10 feet radius while walking around me... Luckily there isn't that many people on the streets of London at this time.

I roll my eyes and try to keep my self as dry as possible by walking under an over hang off of the building I hid behind when I was changing.

I wrap my arms around my self as a gush of freezing wind blows through the plaza.

I look at every window I pass, hoping for just one sign. Help Wanted.

That's all I need. A job. Of any kind. I really don't care right now. I could only get paid $0.25 an hour, it all adds up you know? If I had a job, at least I could afford some type of food, and have some thing to look forward to each day...

I've seen nothing so far. Looking into some of the shops I've seen beautiful neon dresses, gowns, cakes and other delicacies, a sports shop, and some more bakeries. The smell coming from them, making my stomach cry out in hunger.

Man I need food...

I keep walking, clutching my stomach as it makes many gurgle and un-human sounds.

I look at each and every window wanting that blasted sign to just appear. I know that's not going to happen though. And besides, I have little to no chance of getting hired anywhere, coming in off the streets and carrying a suitcase behind me.. It doesn't go well together...

I have honestly, no freaking clue where I'm going. Or what I'm going to do when I get there!

My arms are shaking uncontrollably. They have actually gotten to the point where I can't control it.

A door to one of the shops open, and a guy that looks to be around my age comes out and flips a sign on the door, signaling the shop is closed. He turns to go back in, when he catches sight of me.

"Are you ok? You look...well you don't look so good." He looks at my soaking figure.

" I'm um... I'm ok yeah..." My arms are still shaking. He seems to notice this.

"Are your arms ok?" He eyes them.

"I..I think I'm just cold thats all." As I say these words, a sound of thunder is heard, before a crack of lightning fills the black night sky above.

He looks up at the sky before looking back to me, his eyes trailing to my suitcase.

" Whats that for?" He says, kindness in his voice.

"You sure ask a lot of questions don't you?" I take a good look at him for the first time. He's not a bad looking guy. He has blond-ish brown colored hair, bright Blue eyes and he stands a at least a good five feet ten.

A smile appears on his angelic face as he lets out a small laugh.

"Yeah, I'm known to be a curious one. Especially when I see girls, soaking wet and shivering, dragging a suitcase behind them." He smiles at me. I can see he is worried.

I look down.

"I...my boyfriend kicked me out because my boss fired me and I don't make money for him anymore. He said if I don't make any money I'm worthless to him. So he kicked me out and broke it off with me. Now I have no where to go and I'm looking for a job." I say the first thing that came into mind.