Nora x oc

Ch.2

Is there anything you guys want to know about me or anything (besides like name and where I live and crap)? I would ramble on about life again buuut you guys just want the stories.
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I stop running once I'm in town. Not sure which town, but a town. I never really
got taken out and about by my former captors. People give me strake looks as I weave through them. Eventually one person actually bothers to speak to me.
A woman bends over to speak to me,"Do you have a home? Why are you so beat up?" The random deer lady asks me
"I'm homeless, and I'm all injured because of bullies." I answer her. I mean, there's no point in lying to her. And I didn't tell her who my bullies are.
"Do you want to come home with me and get cleaned up and some food?" She ask
"Thank you for the offer ma'am, but I'd rather not be a bother." I tell her before I start walking. A hand lands on my shoulder. The deer lady walks in front of me.
"You wouldn't be a bother. It would be nice to have some company for once. Let's go to my house. Here hold my hand so you don't get lost." She tells me.
The deer lady stands up and I follow her instructions and grab her hand. A free meal is a free meal after all. She leads me past people who give me strange looks still so I walk a little closer to the deer lady. I wish they would pay attention to someone else. How much farther is her home, people just keep starring. A few minutes pass and the deer lady steered us to a house. It's a small house, unlike the one I used to be held in. She opens the door and we walk in. It's not much but it's a lot better than a dirty shed.
"You have a pretty house." I look up at her.
The deer lady looks at me and smiles," Thank you. Do you want to eat or shower first?" I was going to answer but my stomach had beaten me to it. "Food it is then." She giggled. She walks off into a room and I follow her. The deer lady led me into the kitchen. It's been a while since I've seen one of these. Ever since I moved into the shed mom was the one to bring me food. The only times I got to leave was to do chores.
     She opens the fridge door and rummages inside it before pulling out some food in a plastic container. Once she removes the lid I see that it's some pasta. Pasta is my favorite food, especially the slurpy noodle pasta. She puts it on a bowl and pops it in the microwave. A few minutes later the microwave beeps and she takes the bowl out and places it at the table with a fork and spoon. I sit down at the table and start to eat. Crap this is awesome. I wish I could take this with me on my way holy crap it's good. Ohhhh man I wish I didn't have to get far away from them. I scarf down the food, and when it's gone lick the bowl clean.
     I hear her giggle behind me," I take it as you like my cooking," I look back at her," You can stay a few days and load up on food before you leave. I wish I could take care of you myself, but I can't afford it." She frowned
   "Thank you. Now where's the shower? I still smell like butt after all."
     She laughed some,"Follow me. "
     Down the hall and the second door on the left is the bathroom. I shut the door and wash up. It takes a little while in there considering about of month of dirt unwashed while I lived in a shed kind of sucks. Eventually though I'm all washed up and end right back in my crappy clothes. It's not that they are bad, but my only ones and need to be washed desperately.
    I walk out to see the lady frowning. "You need more clothes. I'll get you some before you leave okay?"
    "Okay."
     Over the 4 days I stayed she fed me, let me sleep in a bed, hugged me, got me supplies, and made me feel more welcomed than my family. Now I'm leaving it all today. She said I could stay a few more days, but I'd rather not intrude too much since she already said she can't afford it.
     Standing by the front door with my supplies I look up at the lady," I'll miss you. Thank you for everything miss, not everyone would have done all of this for me."
     She leans down and hugs me tight," You are very welcome. You always will be welcomed here Dustin."
     She got up and handed me a piece of paper,"Here's my number. If you need something, someone to talk to, or anything, give me a call." I take the paper and put it in my new jeans pocket.
   "Thank you,"I smile at her with a few tears in my eyes," for everything."
     I turn around and open the door and walk out. Unsure of where to next, I just wander. I walk until my legs hurt and have no clue what time it is. I see a bullhead a bunch of men are getting into. Well I'm not sure where it will take me, but wherever I end up it will be better.  How to get on, how do I get on? I see a cart with stuff loaded on it. Looking around to see if anyone is paying attention, I walk to it and put my bags on top of it and hide under the covering sheet , laying on other bags on the bottom shelf.
       The cart starts to move. Soon it's pushed up an incline, onto the bullhead I'm guessing. People all around me are talking aimlessly, trying to fill the silence. The cart slows to a stop. A door is opened in front of me from what I can tell. The cart is pushed inside and the door clicks behind me. I lift up the sheet and look around. A dirty old closet with a bunch of luggage in it. I've been in worse, I think getting off of the carts bottom shelf to stand. I grab my bags and walk to the very back corner, placing it near me as I sit.
    Waiting for any signs of descent, hours slowly pass by. Too bad being a stowaway is boring. I look through my bag and check my supplies again. I have 3 shirts, 4 pairs of pants, 4 clean sets of underwear, a box of blueberry pop tarts, energy bars, a quart of water, a knife, and a flashlight.
      Too bad I didn't have any room for something to play with when I'm bored. Well I am in a room full of stuff, maybe someone brought something fun. I grab a bag and start looking through it. I see clothes, bullets, food, water, and more survival stuff. What kind of person goes around with a survival kit? I zip it up and check another bag to see the exact same thing. I repeat this a few times to see the exact same setup. What is everyone doing with survival kits? Oh well, I can do one thing. I take one bullet from every bag. Soon I have a few handfuls of bullets that I put into my bag. I may not have a gun, but I can sell them or something. After all it is only one bullet a bag so it can't hurt. Now all I need to do is figure out why in the world they need all of this stuff.
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1297 words in the actual chapter.