☘ "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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I should have told him but I couldn't and that was foolish of me. I needed his help and I swear it was destiny. Destiny is a funny thing, it keeps warning you to walk away since you know that it is wrong and yet leaves you no choice but to stay. But then again that is a way of fooling ourselves because it's not destiny that makes such choices, it is our decision.
So I could have asked Shawn for help or maybe tried other methods but I ended up calling Jeremy. Why? Because I wanted to.
Sam caught an eye of one of the dealers from the mob around the area and most probably they either sold the girl to some other country or she has to be a prostitute for some high-end client. I did not want Sam to encounter this fate and I did not want Jack to lose his life over this.
But I was at loss for words when he snubbed be harshly about asking help for Jack. I was scared of being judged. Usually, I don't care what others have to say but in this scenario I was. It mattered to me how Jeremy thought about me.
The coffee we had was wonderful until he started having panic attacks. It was nothing new to me, I have seen enough kids around me suffering from something similar. He was suffering from a loss or a trauma that made him broken and to see a fighter like him break down was achingly painful.
And this strengthened my resolve to help him.
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Even though I said I was not coming to any of his fights, I was standing in another one. He didn't notice me as he might not have expected me to come but then I had no other connection to him. I did go to his home once but I don't clearly remember where it was since his driver dropped me off at the hospital that time and I was a little traumatised.
Like every other fight, this was no different. Satan was brutal and a fool. His pattern was easily detectable. He fought carelessly and seemed to love injuries. The hollering crowd acted as a fuel to his energy on the arena and his punches got ruthless and hard. I could see that his wounds were bleeding, I could see the impassive look in his eyes behind the mask.
He said he murdered someone and in that moment he looked quite capable of doing so.
A clear warning sign flashed over his head, a warning sign for me to realise that he was dangerous or that his darkness was so consuming that it might engulf me too or that he was so broken that his pieces will pierce through my soul and leave me hurt. But these warnings are meaningless if you are dying because in the end you are bound to be engulfed in darkness.
The winning bell rang as the opponent lay on the ground, Jeremy's leg over him and his arm snaked around opponent's neck making it hard for him to breath.
The opponent was trying to breathe and regain his senses as Jeremy walked out declared a victor again. Sam was not with me tonight and my head was pounding in pain as the fight ended. Over the past three months since I found about the disease that was going to kill me my condition kept worsening and since I was not receiving any treatment it sometimes made me think about the last moments of life and how soon they will come.
