I love the Hobo?

I love the Hobo? - Chapter 6

READ! just so you know, this chapter is in Isabellas POV before Jeydon saved her!

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Isabellas POV

I wrapped my arms around myself and kept my head down as i walked out of work, the sky was dark, and the wind was blowing harshly, whipping my hair against my face.

It was cold..

Sam had persisted she'd look for Jeydon today, but id ask her if we could wait until the weekend, so i could go with her.

After alot of persuaying, she finally agreed.

I knew we'd never find Jeydon, not in a city like this, Birmingham, one of the biggest cities in the UK, there was no way we'd find him, so many homeless people filled the streets, and there were many homeless shleters.

He could be ay anywhere, i knew Sam was excited to find him, but i didnt want to get her hopes up by telling her there was probaly no chance of finding him.

As i rounded the corner i heard a throaty cough and i stopped in my path.

''Help..Please.''

I forze completeley, it reminded me much of the day id first met Jeydon...

But this wasnt Jeydon, not at all, the voice was deep, raspy.

I stared straight ahead to the dark figure that stood in the alley.

He reached his hand out towards me and i took a step towards him.

And then faster then i could notice i was pinned against a wall, his dirty arms above my head pinning me.

I groaned, ''Let me go...''

He chuckled before placing a hand over my mouth, ''Just give me the bag and you can go.''

I stared down at the handbag hanging off my arm, no, i wouldnt give him it.

It had everything in it..work cards, bank card, credit card, photos...

I shook my head and he chckled evily.

''Shame im gonna take it anyway.''

And then he began tuggin on my bag, i gripped it tightly holding on with all my strength, i needed help, i wouldnt last much longer.

''Help!''

I began screaming loudly and i heard footsteps from the end off the alley, my head whipped in that direction and there stood a tall figure, staring right at us.

He seemed frozen.

''Help..'' i mumbled.

He pounced at the guy trying to steal my bag and i gasped as the both fell to the floor with a loud thump.

My heart was punding un-evenly in my chest, this guy was my hero.

I looked away not wanting to see the fight, and then all i seen was the guy run past me, not bothering for a second glance.

My eyes darted towards the guy who had saved me, i couldnt really see him, it was to dark, i could make out the tousled hair on his head, and the tall figure, but that was it.

''Thank you..''

And i turned around and began walking away.

Once i reached the end off the alley i turned around to glance at my hero, he still stood in the same spot, his body facing towards me.

He slowly started walking towards me and i stared at him confussed, but as he got closer i grew scared.

Would he try to mug me too?