☘ "Maybe sometimes being lost is the best thing that could happen to you, because then you have nothing to lose. But for just this once I don't mind losing."
Maureen is a girl who has been on streets all her life, her life has been hard enough unt...
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The dingy, dark place that I called home was lit with fairy lights today. The faint music played which was nothing but an addition to my increasing headache. Few hands wave at me and I wave back. Among those waving hands, a familiar face came hoping next to me.
"You should have seen the fight, Reen. It was fucking awesome. He was punching his guts out." Samantha described every second of the underground fight to me and I pretended to listen with a smile I learned to plaster on my face.
It was because of this victory celebration that there was a thing called the party at our place. Our place, I would rather define it as an abandoned old chemical factory, a temporary hide-out for people like me, like us. I have lived on the street since I was eight and I ran away from my foster home when my step-dad tried to kill me with a broken glass bottle.
Yeah, those were good times. The thought still makes me tremble.
Samantha, the only girl I will put in friend category molded me into who I am today. And even though I lived on streets, I turned out fine since I had no drugs or turned into a hooker. I could even read and write fine since Sabir, an old drunk man even read a newspaper to me.
"How you doin' girl?" Sam asked me when she finally realized that I zoned out of her elaborate description.
"I am fine." I lied, I do that every day.
"Jack said you fainted last night? Are you doin' some drugs or pricking some needles?" Her tone was not accusatory just concerned.
"No food can do that Sam, I am fine," I said with a faint smile.
She let it go.
"Reen, baby, can I get a victory kiss?" Ralph, the hero of the slums made his way to me.
He was not a bad guy, just a flirt. But drunk Ralph was dangerous and his friends were douche bags and I can say that from experience. Had it not been for Jack, Sam's brother I would have been nothing but a play toy for these guys. Jack, it seems held some authority over this part of the slums.
"Fuck off you bastard." Sam's colorful words didn't scare Ralph but there was something about her ripped jeans, black tank top attire then yelled trouble about her.
"Don't be jealous Sammy, you can also have a piece me." He said and laughter followed from his goons.
"Clear off." Jack's tone resonated among us and Ralph face lost his smile.
They went away shouting and drinking not messing with Jack.
"I got you a doctor's appointment," Jack said slowly gauging my reaction.
I lifted my eyes to meet his dusty brown ones. Jack was really muscular from all the street fighting, hovering over a five foot five me, he was way past six inches and there was a time I had a crush on him but that was long gone now since living through hell makes you realize, love is not sustaining.
