Nyla
Arriving in Pa, I felt somewhat relieved. It was a little after 4am when I got here. I'm not sure how to describe the feeling of being back home but I'm happy I'm away from the drama.
I sat in the bus station looking up cab service numbers, after a quick search I found one. I was told it would be a 15 minute wait at the most. It had began to drizzle outside, I took off my sweater and put it on Skylar.
With only a pink, short sleeve t-shirt on and no jacket I started to get cold. I took my phone out to see a message from Julian.
Julian:
Hope you arrived safely, call me in the morning.
Me:
We just got here, thanks.. I'll call you once I get home.
Julian:
5am? I have to be at work at 6, kiss Skylar for me.
Me:
Ok. Yes before then.
It had been 30 minutes since I called for a cab. Not one cab has even drove by, I shivered as I sat back. Most of the people had left already, it was only me, Sky and a teen boy.
"Excuse me miss?"
I looked over at the boy wondering what he could possibly want with me..
"Yes?"
"You should really have a sweater or something on, you don't wanna catch a cold"
"My sweater is on my son, I'm fine thanks for your concern"
"Here take mines, I have an extra one"
I was hesitant to take the sweater, but with the cab taking longer than expected I might as well take it. I took the sweater and put it on, it smelled really good kinda like the cologne Julian wears.
"Thanks"
"No problem... where you headed?"
"Home, you?"
"Umm.. no where in particular, my mom went to jail so I had to move here to stay with my dad. I've been waiting since 8am, he hasn't shown up yet"
"Well have you called him?"
"Yeah, each time he says the same thing I'm on my way.. yeah ok, it's been hours since he said that"
My heart went out to him, how can a parent just leave their child stranded like this? It's ridiculous, it's cold, raining and unsafe.
"How old are you? Have you eaten?"
"I'm 14 and no, I don't have any money"
"Poor baby.. come sit over here, would you like to come home with me, get cleaned up and eat?"
His eyes lit up, he almost looked as of he couldn't believe what I was saying. He got up and rushed over to where I had been sitting.
"Thanks.. how old are you? You don't have to answer that, I know they say never ask a woman her age"
"Its fine, I'm 24"
"Young.. your pretty too"
"Thanks. Your pretty handsome yourself"
"So can I be, like your little brother or something?"
"Sure"
He hugged me causing me to laugh, I learned his name is Andrew and he came from New Jersey. His presence brightened up my mood. It's great to have such a positive person around, after everything I've gone through this month.
