Growl, my stomach aches for the millionth of time. It's been three days now, i have been homeless for three days now and it's horrible.
And fuckin hell, i sure did not deserve it.
As i walk on the dirty streets in the middle of the night, my nose catches a good scent and i instantly turn the corner to find a small booth that sells sandwiches, smiling to myself i quickly gather the only few coins i had left with me and ask for half the sandwich cause i couldn't offered the whole piece.
While i wait for my half, a car stops by and the man driving slides the window down showing the other men in the car with him, the driver looks back at apparently his friends then eyes me up and down and smirks, "How much?" He slurs.
I point at the paper that showed the prices of the sandwichs.
He laughs and looks at his friends once more, "This bitch thinks I'm asking about the sandwiches!" They laugh and i just stand there frowning.
It was then when my facial expression changes once i feel a hand slide down my waist and i quickly snap my head towards the man standing too close for my liking.
"What the-
His sigh interrupts me "Babe what are you doing here? I told you i'd cook dinner for you."
"Babe? Are you crazy?'" I throw questions at him, i was furious. How dare he touch me and call me babe!
The crazy man looks at the men that slowly move out of the car when they sense something, "We had a bit of a fight, you know how they can be." He chuckles as he tries to persuade them , but they don't seem to believe any word that comes out of him, and it ticks me off even more.
"Who the fuck are-" i stop myself when he gets even more close, his mouth slightly touching my ear, "They were asking about your price, they think you're-" He didn't need to finish that question as i snatch a bottle of empty beer that was scattered on the floor and hit the driver's head with it.
The driver drops to the floor, while his friends just gape at him.
My eyes widen at the sight, but i was quickly snatched by a hand that was resting on my waist not a while ago and sprinted off away from the danger, but it didn't take them long and soon enough they were chasing after us.
We ran through multiple neighborhoods, but they were behind our heels still.
Why do i always put myself in those kind of situations?
"Here! Quick!" The crazy man pulls me into a dark alley, i can't help but still feel the need to be mad at him,
"Again. Who the fuck-" he cuts me once again by pushing me to the wall and muffling my voice with his hand, and we wait.
Once they distance themselves away from us, the danger no longer lingers,
I hope.
Realizing i was still pushed up against the wall, with his hand still on my mouth, and him being too close. I push him as hard as i can.
"Jeez, a thank you would be better." He rolls his eyes at me.
How dare he?
But then again, he did save me..
I wanted that sandwich though.
Dammit!
"Thank you.." I say quietly.
He nods his heads and starts to leave, my hand quickly moves without thinking and i grab his forearm, "Wait! Where are you going?"
"Umm..home?"
Of course, he has a home dumbass..he won't actually stay with you.
"Oh right, my bad." I try to chuckle, but it comes out so wrong and fake, I'm actually starting to pity myself.
He looks down to the floor and smiles "You dont have anywhere to go to, do you?" his eyes meet mine again.
I smile, if it wasn't dark my red face would be an evidence of my own embarrassment.
"Come with me, I'll cook food for us."
