Baby momma

Chapter 2

Of course that wasn't the case.

After a few days of sleeping in random spots for a few hours until someone kicks me awake, I realise that I need to find some way to get money. I haven't eaten anything in almost three days, and drinking water from the public bathroom taps isn't exactly healthy.

After sorting out all my designer clothes and folding them neatly into one large bag, I head into the charity store in town. The woman working inside looks through the four large piles of clothes with little interest, after a minute she offers me a price.

"Is there any chance you could go a bit higher?" I ask hopefully, my stomach growling at the thought of food.

The woman shakes her head. "Sorry kid, that's all I can offer." She responds with a small shrug, like she doesn't care if I agree or not.

With a sigh I nod my head. "Alright then, thanks." I mumble, and take the money she offers out to me.

£90. It may seem like a lot, but considering there was over £600 in those clothes, I didn't get a lot for them. Still, I need to eat.

Heading out of the store with only one smaller bag of warmer clothes now, I hug the jacket tighter around my body in hopes of remaining warmer. The wind cold and harsh against my face, legs and feet, the thin jeans and dolly shoes doing almost nothing to keep me warm.

Seeing as my 'mom' didn't allow me time to grab anything essential, I make a quick stop at the beauty store for a hairbrush and some cheap shampoo and soap, and a few face towels, grabbing a new toothbrush along with toothpaste before paying. I haven't been able to wash myself in a few days and it feels disgusting.

Once I've paid and grabbed some chips from a nearby chip shop, I begin walking around in hopes of finding somewhere more private to sleep for the night. The cold is making me ill.

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After wondering around for a rather long time I stop at a small cafe that I remember vaguely passing a few times.

Wanting to get out of the cold harsh wind for a short while I quickly head inside. The door chimes as I enter, and the warmth almost instantly makes me sniffle as my nose begins to run. Walking past the few people inside quietly talking I settle myself down in one of the chairs away from the door, putting my bag on the back of the chair. Soaking in the warmth that even the wooden chair provides. My skin so cold that everything in here feels heated.

My body dithers slightly, unable to sit perfectly still.

"Good evening sweetie, you look a little lost..are you alright?" My head snaps up, hearing an old lady's voice.

From the notepad and pencil in her hand I quickly assume that she works here. In this super warm, tiny cafe that smells strong of coffee and baking.

"Oh, I'm not lost. I just wanted to get out the cold for a few minutes." I hesitantly tell her, praying to god that she doesn't kick me out.

To my utter relief the old lady gives me a smile. "The rain won't stop for a while, if you want there's a bathroom just there, you can get changed and dry your clothes." She offers me softly, in an old lady voice that I think soothes everyone.

The kindness this woman is offering me is beyond what I expected. My own parents have never shown me this type of love, and yet a complete stranger can. I feel my eyes fill with tears.

"I..Thankyou." I whisper, gulping back the cracking of my voice.

Grabbing my small bag of dry clothes from the back of the chair, I stand up. Giving the old kind lady a small smile I pass her and head through the tables and into the bathroom.

Locking the door behind me I fill the sink with warm water and strip out of my clothes, putting them on the radiator to the side. As quickly as I can I wash my hands, face and between my legs, hoping to feel much fresher. It's not much but it's better than what I've had.

After brushing my teeth I put on my only other outfit of clothes on, which doesn't include a jumper so it's not as warm. Packing everything back inside the bag I brush my wet hair and tie it up into a high ponytail.

Satisfied and feeling a little cleaner I grab my bag and head out of the bathroom, walking back over to my previous chair. A few of the people that were eating here are gone, meaning it's almost silent apart from the low sound of the latest pop songs playing from the radio in the background.

The first thing I notice is a freshly made hot chocolate with two large scones, a small side of butter, strawberry jam and chocolate spread. All on little plates.

I pause and look over to the old lady, unsure of what I'm supposed to do.

"I-..I'm sorry but I-"

"It's on the house sweetie, don't worry about it." She interrupts me softly, using that soothing voice that somehow makes me feel better. Even though I feel awful for taking from her, I have money but I wanted it to last me.

"Thankyou but that's okay, I can pay-" I take out the money left inside my pocket, the few crumpled notes and bits of change I have left.

"No. You keep what you have." She tells me firmly, and gently pushes my hand back towards me.

I look at her with my mouth slightly agape. A part of me is embarrassed that an old lady has taken charity on me, and a part of me feels extremely guilty for taking it.

Speechless and unable to show her how thankful I am, she simply leads me to the seat and sits me down without a word. The old lady who's name I still don't know walks off towards the counter, leaving me be.

I was hesitant to eat at first, not wanting to take anything from her. But the second the freshly baked scones hit my taste buds, my hunger got the better of me. I practically cram the food down my throat, smothering both in butter, strawberry jam and chocolate spread even if I'm not a huge chocolate lover. It tasted amazing.

After finishing off the food I notice that the rain has stopped. I didn't know when it would start again, so I quickly stand to leave.

Feeling guilty I find a pen from the stand in the centre of the table, and write a quick note for the lady along with a five pound note.

Grabbing my bag I quickly leave the warmth of the small homey cafe and begin to speed walk down the street, noticing how the pitch black clouds above weren't moving. Meaning it's going to be raining again rather soon, with no intention to stop.

Finding somewhere to sleep that's at least dry is a must.