Chapter 3

Trigger Warning; Violence!( Sorry there will be a lot of matured stuff , I'm sorry that I won't be able to put warnings to every chapter, I hope you keep enjoying my story )

When I came home the other night, Eva had already helped me with packing my clothes. She seemed so excited to start living with her boyfriend and I didn't want to ruin her happiness,

She went to work earlier in the morning after wishing me a happy life, I was hungry and tired but the sun is almost set so she will be here at any moment,

I put on a dark jumpsuit short with a bottom-down collar and a pair of black snicker before starting to head outside, I didn't have many things so everything fitted onto one large dark green suitcase.

After slamming the door there was no other way of me getting back inside until she came back so I started to wonder around the town until the midnight. The night was cold and people started to close up their businesses leaving the thugs on the streets.

For a moment I wished that I could have told her the truth but then again; Wouldn't I be playing a villainess? I pushed away those thoughts and keep walking, I need to stand on my two feet and this was nothing compared what I went through all those years in that hell.

Two hours later I reached the train station and there were a lot of people. Thank god there's a shower and a bench to sleep, I looked around and smiled as I felt Home Sweet Home. My heart jumped in excitement, At least I won't be sleeping on streets for a while.

Three weeks later

My daily routine was repetitive, shower, wonder around then back to sleep, I was getting tired and so does the securities, that day I was kicked out of the station and completely banned, I think they thought I was a homeless which I literally am.

I run out of money and even after selling everything including my one and only necklace, all I'm left with is an empty pocket, the life in york city is hella expensive. I haven't put anything in my mouth except for water for two days and I could feel my organs crying inside me.

The day was long and the night was rainy, I hide behind the dumpster hoping thunder would strike me to death, I looked at the blade in my hand which was meant to protect me but all I could think of was shoving it down my throat,

However, a large part of me didn't want it, I wanted to hold on a little longer, hoping things will be alright on their own or maybe my guardian angel will stop lazing around and do something instead.

" Hey! Shawry! "

Not this again, I looked up and saw a bunch of thugs with knives, I was so tired and I could barely walk, there were twenty of them and they were fully armed. I tried to fight but got caught after taking down the two of them,

' So this is how I'm going to die? ' I thought to myself and smiled however my smile instantly fade when I heard them talking to the other side on the phone. These muther-futures are human traffickers,

" Let go of me " I yelled but they all laughed. One of them with short dark hair and a scar on his ugly face came at me at full speed and punched me in the stomach, He laughed afterwards, they all do.

" The Bitch is better than a punching bag at the camp, little cute wanna have a good time with daddy? "

The air was darkened, everyone looked at me with indecent eyes, their body speaks of lustfulness and all I could sense from them was a sin, " Go to hell!". I cursed and they laughed. It's like they were enjoying teasing me. I hated it, they have no right to. I looked at them angrily, when my sharp gaze shot at them the scar face guy's forehead formed a big frown.

He was pissed, I could feel the shiver down my spine, I should have apologized but I was too late because in a matter of seconds a kick send me flying and my back landed on the hard wall,

I coughed blood a few times, My entire body was aching and my head was about to blow up, I wanted to die at that moment, I saw pictures flash right before my eyes as I asked myself when did things start to go wrong?

When my mother died? Or When I decide to run away from Lara? And speaking of Lara...?

My heart started aching so badly, and although I wanted to die so badly all I could think of was seeing the pretty face I love the most one more time, If I were to die in her hands I wouldn't even complain to god about my trashy life,

With a little strength left in my body I tried to get up but those monsters come and grabbed me, " Let go of me " I shouted helplessly knowing nothing will change nonetheless, But suddenly,

" Let go of her " I heard another voice which was so familiar, I snapped my head a take a glance to make sure it was what I think it was, and I was right.

It was Lara in her gaucho culottes pants with a white pointed flat collar shirt and overcoat top coat. She was accompanied by more than ten of her bodyguards who looked well-trained and armed,

Seeing that, all of the thugs were too stunned to speak so she repeated , more commanding this time " Get your filthy hands off her "

She came and grabbed me when the other started a gang fight, I jumped on her as my blushed face became red as tomatoes, I forgive her already, When her soft strawberries breathing went straight to my nostrils that is when I knew,

My love for this woman is beyond my control, I love her so much, I love everything about her, the way she is carrying me right now, her angry face and even the way she scolded me, I love it all,

As she put me down on the back seat my hands reached her cheeks, I was still in pain but I didn't want to let this chance go, I put my lips onto hers, the electrical sensation, her soft breath and the way she responded to my touch was so new to me yet It was so good,

" Kay..."

S-She called my name, Tears started to flow down my swallowed cheeks, how long has it been?