Lost

Prologue

   "mom please don't kick me out” eight years old Lucinda begged her mother. “Mom please I'd be good, please". Her mother threw out her backpack which contained few of her clothes.
  “Get out of my life Lucinda, you have been nothing but the devil in my life" her mother said in a harsh voice. She dragged her out of the house by her hair and threw her outside in the pouring rain.
   “Mom please" the little girl cried,her scalp raw from the pulling.
    “Get out of my sight" her mother said in a voice dripping with disgust and she slammed the door shut.
    Poor Lucinda took her backpack and headed for the park. On getting there she sat under an oak tree and hugged her knees with the tears pouring from her eyes like the rain.
   “Hey," she heard a man's voice but didn't look up or acknowledge his presence “Hey what's the problem?" He tried again but she just shook her head and continued crying. “I just wanna help, ok?" She looked up at him for a second and shook her head, hugging her knees tighter . “Ok my name's Steve and you are" his voice was so soft and his umbrella was over her head so the rain won't hit her.
  “My name is_" she hesitated “My name is Lucinda but I hate the name so much" she blurted out.
  “Why?" Steve asked, curiosity evident in his voice.
   “Because my mom hates me, and she threw me out of the house and she named me -" she gushed but was stopped by Steve hand.
     “I understand,ok?" He said and she nodded. “Why don't we call you Luci" she shook her head “Okaay, what about Cindy, hunh?" She nodded
   “I like that one" she said with a sad smile.
   “Then Cindy it is" he said“Now Cindy, why don't we go to my house, I've got a spare room for you, it's got a nice warm bed you'd like,you coming?" He asked and offered her his hand. She took it and nodded.
   “Thank you sir " she said and followed him.
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