I Found

4.

As I am vomiting, I feel an unfamiliar hand rubbing my back.

"Hey, are you okay?" I hear from the person behind me who is rubbing my back.

This person was very unfamiliar to me. However, when I turned around to see who it was, I got this weird feeling that I would eventually be very close to them.

It was an older man, who seemed old enough to be my dad. He had perfect skin and brown hair. His eyes were a beautiful color that I've never seen on any person before. He stood only a few inches taller than me, I would say about 5'10" because I was around 5'7". He wasn't extremely buff and well built but I could sense the masculinity inside him.

"Umm, yeah, I think im okay," I say to the man as I wipe off my mouth.

"Do you need anything? I can go find you some medicine," he says very politely.

"I think I'll be okay. Thank you though."

"Stay here, I'll go get you some medicine just in case."

"But I don't have anything to pay you back with," I say truthfully.

"Don't worry about it. Just stay here," he says politely once again.

I do what he instructs me to do, and that is to stay where I'm at. I didn't have anything else better to do with my miserable life so I stayed in the area and sat down on a bench next to the trash can I threw up in.

A few moments later, he comes back with a small bottle of ibuprofen, along with a giant bottle of red Gatorade. I found it a little coincidental that he ended up picking my favorite Gatorade flavor. I take the bottle of ibuprofen and pour out two small pills. I then open up the Gatorade bottle and take the medicine. As hard as it was to swallow the pills, it was refreshing to have a drink that I haven't had in a very long time.

"Thank you, sir," I say to the older man with a shy smile. "You have no idea how much I appreciate it."

"What do you mean?" He asks curiously.

After a few seconds, I realize that the man can see in my eyes that I've been through a lot of events in a span of a few days. And I'm sure he was very curious to hear every single little detail. Usually, I don't open up to any stranger, but something about him made me feel comfortable sharing my life story, or lack thereof, to him.

"Well, long story short," I start, trying to tell the story without taking up too much of this man's time. "I walked out of a foster home I've been living in a day or 2 ago because they treated me so poorly. Since then, I've been pretty much homeless, and since I don't have any money, I haven't had a chance to eat or drink anything since before I left."

I tried not to sound too desperate to find a place to live. However, I was slowly getting used to living outside on a bench.

"That must be so rough for you. I kinda know how that feels. One of my exes from a very long time ago went through a similar situation with her parents," He says. I stand there a little surprised at the second coincidence. "If you would like, I could take you under my wing and you can come live with me. I live alone so it would be nice to have some company."

"Are you sure it's not too much to ask?" I say with a puzzled look on my face.

"Not at all. I even have an extra room if you wanna just move in."

I hesitate at first. I really shouldn't be moving in with a stranger who I had just met 20 minutes ago. However, I was desperate to live in an actual home again.

"Alright, if you say so. But this is pretty much all I have to move in right now."

"Well that makes it an easy move-in then, huh?" He says with a positive outlook. "We can go in the next few days to find some fun stuff for your room."

"Sounds awesome!" I say cheerfully.

I was ecstatic to live in a home again! I would not only have a place, but I would also have someone to keep me company, and someone who will respect me.

I pick up my small purse from the bench and follow the man as he goes to get the rest of his groceries.

"Oh, I never caught your name by the way," I say before introducing myself.

I Found, to be continued...