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Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Not knowing what to do, I just kept my mouth shut and murmured a "sorry" so low that I didn't even hear myself

You see. I've never really talked back to people fearing their reaction, and this man was intimidating me.

"Excuse me?" He said.

I was so deep into my thought that even forgot that he was there still holding me into place, so deep into my thought that I jumped a little at the sound of his voice.

"sorry" I said a little louder, as I took a step back, picked my stuff up, and turned around, trying to walk away for this awkward situation.

I heard him muttered some thing in a language that I couldn't decipher.

He hold me from my upper arm tugging on it, as if it was his way to ask me to turn around, slowly I did, I came face to face with him, and his hazel eyes, my lip quivering from the cold, I decided to put it in between my teeth, carrying on my bad habbit, he quickly glaced at my lip, or so I thought.

"your phone" he said handing me something.

Looking down I saw him handing me my now screen shattered phone, that probably fell out of my pocket when I ran into this handsome stranger. I took it and nodded, thanking him in a way.

I quickly turned around not glancing once back around instead I looked at my phone to check the time but unfortunately it died. I cursed, and blushed remembering the awkward situation I was in two minutes ago.

I was often told not to take anything from stranger, not to talk to them, and to certainly not trust them. my dad had some enemies so every morning, while we would sing our hearts out to some Disney song, it was often a song from the little mermaid, while making pancakes, at the end of our little concert he would put me on his lap, And tell me that I was an intelligent and smart girl.

"You're a smart girl , and I would die if anything ever happened to you, you're my everything, you're my Tesoro" he would often say while caressing my hair

I sight and smiled at the memory, I was his Tesoro. Tears were at the verge of falling but I learned over the years to control my tears.

Without noticing I found myself back at the bench I was two hours ago on, waiting for the sun to rise, for some shops to open so I can charge my phone and look for a job, to look for a place to stay at tomorrow. Cause sleeping on a bench isn't the best, and I certainly didn't want to waste money on a hotel, and knowing that I would never find the motel I was supposed to go to thanks to my dead phone.

You would think that after 22 years of living in New York i would know the streets like the back of my hand, but that's you're wrong, i did not often leave the house nor the hotel I previously worked at and certainly not at night.

Putting my bag filled the little things I had in it under my head and covering my self with the light cardigan I bought two years ago, and laid there, in the cold, no one to keep me company, I soon fell asleep, to the thought of finally keeping my promise.

"I promise" I murmured before falling asleep