Leah's POV
I walked along the once busy streets of London. My tattered, old converse scrapping the floor as I walked. Could life get any worse? I thought to myself. I had always been told to be grateful and think about all the things that I have that starving children in Africa don't. Well I have nothing. The dimly lit street lamp showed me I was going the right way. To the park. I always went to that park when I was really down. It was like my little thinking place also a place I used to get away from my dad. You see that's the park me and my mum used to go to before my dad killed her. These past few days I seem to be spending more and more time at the park. Life has been getting worse lately. My dad's getting worse. Everything is shattering to pieces around me. It's crumbling. I need my own space so that's why I go to the park. The only down side is that you have to pass all the dingy old alley ways. With it being dark, you never know what could be lurking down there. I had the feeling some one was watching me. I wrapped my hoodie further around my body and quickened my pace. After turning around to check for what felt like the hundreth time I felt some one grab my collar and pull me down the nearest alley. I couldn't see their face as it was to dark.
"So babe..." he slured, his voice was gruff and not the gruff you want to mess with.
He started kissing my neck. I didn't want this and he knows it. So I did the first thing I thought of and screamed. I saw a guy in a leather jacket and beanie notice me. I tried to scream again but it came out muffled behind the guys dirty hand. I closed my eyes and pretended that I was with my mum in a safe place when I felt myself drop to the floor. I opened my eyes after a while to see the guy running away and the one in a beanie walked towards me. He held out his hand to help me up but I flinched away. He knelt down.
"I'm here to help you darling. I'm not going to hurt you," he smiled
That is the first time any one has ever called me darling since my mum died. When I looked back up I noticed that he had returned to his standing position. He held out his hand again which I took gratefully.
"Now where do you live? I need to take you back cause I am sure some one is worrying about where you are right now," he smiled
"Please don't make me go back there," I cowered
"Not if you don't want to," he smiled " Who do you not want to go back to?"
"My dad," I answered truthfully
"Why not?" he asked "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to though,"
"Well to cut a long story short. He killed my mum, does drugs, is an alcoholic and smokes. Then he abuses me and gets his friends to pay him to do anything they want to me," I looked down a stray tear fell down my face.
He lifted my face up to look at him then whipped the tear away and pulled me into a big hug. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders so I wrapped mine around his waist returning the hug. It felt nice to feel like some one cared about me other than my mother.
"Now why don't you come back to mine. A nice warm bed and we can sort out further plans in the morning," he smiled
"No I will be fine. I was on my way to the park anyways," I smiled back
"Look it's dark and cold, who knows what could happen to you. Please one night," he pleaded
"Are you deadly sure?" I asked
"Positive," he smiled
"Ok," I replied
He pulled me out of the alley and down a few streets and to a block of flats. We went in and got into a lift where he pushed the number 5. In no time we were at the fifth floor. We walked down a corridoor. He stopped outside a door labbelled 328. He unlocked it and brought me into the room. He led me down another corridoor and stopped outside a room. He opened the door and went over to a chest of draws and brought out a t shirt that would be massive on me. I went and sat on th bed.
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