my princess/x

chapter 23

Happy birthday Jah! Wish you were here to celebrate it❤️☹️LLJ🕊

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"Jahseh, look! It's that alley you were talking about!"

"Shit, there's like 200 booths though. Which one is the one we supposed to go to?"

We both looked around for almost 10 minutes, until we found a tall, high, red haired guy with a British accent, mumbling about cheap lightbulbs that when you turn them on, grant you a wish.

"There's supposed to be a clue somewhere." Jahseh groaned.

"You look for it, I'm not going anywhere near him. He reminds me of Nyla's aunt."

He rolled his eyes. "You're so difficult." He then got closer to the stand and tore off some piece of paper that was ripped in half, which had Clue in bright red letters on the front. It had directions, but they were nearly impossible to make out because half the letters were missing.

"I assume the other half is at the coral building."

He shrugged. "I guess."

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We seemed to be walking down the street back and forth for over two hours. All the buildings in sight were different shades of grey or brown, no coral or even colored buildings.

"This sucks. I'm gonna go get something to eat real quick." He mumbled.

I glared at him.

"Fine, what do you want?" He gave the same look back.

"A crume brûlée." I smirked.

Jahseh then took off to the cafe that was about a block down, leaving me standing here alone, cold since it was the beginning of winter, and all I had was sweatpants and Nyla's windbreaker. The sun was setting too, so it was getting dark, even though it was only like 5.

I pulled out my phone, about to text my mom when a middle aged guy pointed his knife at me.

"Give me the bag and the phone princess, and no blood will be drawn."

My face froze in shock. He must have read it too, because he said that if I even made a sound he'd slit my throat. All I could do was to silently pray Jahseh would come back very soon.

"I said hand me the bag!" He yelled. I couldn't just give the bag away, which held and concealed my passport, license, ID, and credit card.

I was about to reluctantly hand over my bag and phone, until Jahseh approaches.

"Who the fuck are you?" He says, sizing up the man, even though Jahseh is not that much taller than me, and I'm 5'0".

"Just leaving." He says worried, trying to get away, threatened my Jahseh's presence.

"Thought so, witcho creepy, homeless looking ass. Get that tiny knife away from her face." He go closer. The man immediately ran off.

At this point I'm sobbing, and my head immediately fell into his shoulder, ignoring the fact I was mad at him.

"Let's go back to the hotel, okay? I'm tired of this fucking scavenger hunt.'" He lifted my chin up with his finger, then hugged me.

We called an Uber back to the hotel, since it was too far away to walk, and I was a little traumatized from the experience I just had. We stood in silence until a charcoal-colored Fiat pulled up and escorted us back to the building.