Chapter 1
First book... Have to start ALL over😫😖
I had a samsung s4 which was my moms before I had it and then my uncle got me the Iphone 6 and when i started downloading stuff on it... I logged onto wattpad and i was looking through everything I had... And I couldn't find it!
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I was walking down the alley, when i heard a crunch. On instinct, I whipped around and found nothing. I kept walking, and not long after that I heard a thud. I turned around and being the 'smart' person I am, I walked towards where I thought I heard the noise.
I walked by the dumpster and saw a cat.
I started laughing. I got scared over a cat!
How pathetic!
It actually felt good to laugh. I hadn't laughed in a while, due to the fact that I was at least a month behind on rent. I had just gotten kicked to the curb. I had gotten evicted.
I heard loud footsteps behind me, so I turned around.
"Excuse me miss! Do you have a cellphone I could barrow?" I shook my head. I never let strangers around areas like these use my phone. For all I know they would run off with it.
"I have a few quarters... You could find a pay phone at a corner-store. Here," I gave it to him. "It's all I have. Literally."
He took my money and next thing I knew, I had a sharp pain in my right cheek that then took over my whole head. After that, I felt like I was falling and then everything went black.
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I woke up on the cement. I pulled my phone out from my bra. I checked the time. 4:06 a.m. I always kept it on the side, under my arm, between my bra strap and my ribs. I know it's not good to do that, but hey, what else could go wrong?
I put it back where I had it and then suddenly, I felt really dizzy. I felt my head go backwards and I fell asleep again.
The second time I woke up, I checked my phone again. 6:10 a.m.
I tried to get up and a huge pain went to my head. I quickly reached for the left side of my head. That didn't help. I had a bruise. I already knew that.
I walked to the main street and walked to the hospital. At least if I had that bad of an injury, I could stay overnight and maybe get a free meal or two. I've never been so desperate.
I was about a block away, when an Audi pulled up next to me. I seriously was going to the hospital.
"Where you headed?" A male voice questioned. I didn't bother looking over. I kept walking.
"Do you need a lift?" The voice asked again. I turned and looked at him.
"Oh shit, do you need to go to the hospital? Or the police station?"
"Yes, and yes." I said. My voice cracked.
"Who did it?" He was looking straight at the road. "What?" I questioned him.
"Who did i-" I cut him off.
"Look," I paused.
"Marcus." He answered
"Marcus, I don't even know you. You shouldn't really care. It's not really any of your concern."
He looked over at me and then got out of the car. He came up to me and lifted my chin. I winced.
"Sorry," he said examining my cheek.
"It may be none of my concern, but I know for damn sure that a woman should never be mistreated."
He looked into my eyes and spoke again.
"So, you gonna answer me?" He paused.
"Who did it?" He asked again.
I looked at him and shook my head.
"That's the problem..." I answered.
"I don't know who did it."
"What?" He deadpanned. He stayed silent for a while.
"How do you not know? Ex-boyfriend? Friend-Friend?" He broke the silence. I looked up not really wanting to answer him.
"In other words I was mugged. He only took the change I was giving him to use a phone, but because I hid my phone."
He looked at me dumbfounded. "You're kidding right? You were gonna give him money after he hit you?"
"No, I gave him money and he hit me afterwards." I tried explaining.
"Well can I help you with anything?"
"No." I said in a monotone voice.
"What? Are you sure?" He looked at me with a look I've never liked. The look of pity.
