The CEO's Cold Chere

#2 Tears and Plan of Action

   Limping through the crowded streets with an old duffel on my shoulder with all the things I needed to take care of the wound at my side and my other bumps and bruises. I had been riding the train for three days now and I've finally arrived. Sometimes I really wanted to give up but I never. I had planned this trip, this escape so many times never thinking it'd materialise and that something so tragic had to happen for it to. Feeling faint I stumbled a little on the crowded sidewalk nearly bumping​  into someone who glared scornfully at me. My body felt grimy, I really needed a shower, oh and some clean clothes. The old worn leather jacket that currently covered my tattered clothes had grown sweaty, mouldy in the last three days and nights I'd have it on. Persons gave me a wide berth.

The sounds of the city was so fascinating and different to me, bright lights in the big city indeed. Everything was so beautiful, the buildings, even the streets were paved a far cry from the dirt road, mooing cows and dried grasslands I'd known for my 19 year existence. The buildings were tall sky scrapers I'd read with clean glass windows adorned with different displays. Cars beautiful cars different colours, shapes and sizes made the road busy. There  were intersections for crossing. I'd only seen this much vehicles and buildings the few times Father allowed us to watch television. Here everyone could be someone. This was the place for dreams to come through and I had so many. First I needed some where cheap to stay and some clothes. Walking forever to a less busy part of the city the fancy building, smartly dressed business men and women, polished to perfection, high end restaurants began to wane. I had studied the map of this area forever and ever so I'm confidently I won't get lost.

Arriving at a new section of the  city. These buildings  could do with some fresh coat of paint though it didn't look that bad. Graffiti littered the walls lining the street. But some how the people here seemed more open than the ones I passed before. Some even looking at me to give a friendly smile which I ignored. Friends asked question and got curious. There were many homeless looking  persons here littering the streets. Entering into a run down store I got what I needed the store clerk​ not batting an eyelid at me. I then set about back the way I came where I'd pass a run down  motel. The money I had could probably last me maybe a month or two but I needed to find work asap. Tomorrow when I was all cleaned up I'd head back to the more busy and fancy city area and hopefully find a job opening somewhere. Oh and I also needed to see about creating a new identity. I'll need Id, birth paper, the whole shenanigan.

Pushing open the door of the dingy motel room I'd paid for I locked all the bolts and checked and made sure the windows were closed also. Colour me careful and wary. I threw my duffle on the floor wanting to collapse in the small bed pushed against the wall but I knew I needed a shower. Picking up the duffel I took out one of the shirts that I'd gotten and the sweat pants and pulled open the pack of plain cotton panties  removing one. Throwing the rag I'd also bought over my shoulder I headed to  the bathroom hoping there was soap. I stripped down in the bathroom removing all my filthy clothes, checking my wound careful not to irritate it. I'd need to shower quickly and replace the bandage after. Gracie said I'd need to remove the stiches when it started to heal or it would even fall out on its own. I stood under the shower the warm water a blessing to my aches and bruises. My tears combined with the shower water as I fell down on the bathroom floor weeping. Weeping for the childhood I'd never had, weeping for the brother or sister I'll never meet, weeping for the fatherly love I'd never had, weeping for the loss of the only person who has ever loved me. "I love you Mom," I whispered clutching her  necklace that was around my neck. I let it all out because I know that tomorrow it's all about starting a new life and I had to put on my big girl pants and be there for myself because no one cares about your struggle until you're successful.

Leaving the shower, my light blue eyes were red and irritated but I was blessedly clean and my my short unruly blonde almost yellow hair hung to almost my shoulder. Father never allowed me to grow it out. I'd need to do something about my hair colour too. There weren't any swelling or bruises to my face thank saviour but I couldn't say that for the rest. The knife had only nicked my neck and the small ointment I've been applying to it has erased the redding and it had scabbed over but still visible against my naturally pale skin.

I changed the bandage at my side and applied salve to the other swellings, the small bruises would heal by themselves over time. I still felt a pain in my shoulder when I moved my arm too much though but the jelly like substance Gracie gave me in a bottle was working. The crazy man had dislocated my arm, Gracie had to put it back in place. It had hurt like hell at the time but now, not so. After tending to myself I realised I hadn't gotten anything to eat. In fact in the last three days I'd only eaten a snicker bar and some peanuts. I went to the bathroom drinking some water from the pipe hoping it was clean and promised myself tomorrow I'd get something good to eat. Like pizza, Mom had always made it at home but I bet they sold it here in the shops too.