Chapter 4

• "Emberly," Eric called me while running in my direction.
• I turned around to look at him.
• "Yes," I said to him, wondering...
• "I want to ask, ask," he trailed while scratching his neck awkwardly.
• Finally, he managed to ask me, "Umm will you, I mean, would you like to have a coffee with me?"
• I looked at him, smiling, "sure," but why
• "No, sir," I replied to him while lifting my head to look straight forward.
• "Actually, there is not a lot of work here today and my shift is also almost over, so I can drop you off at your home," he said to me, smiling.
• My face fell when I heard the name "home". How unfamiliar this name is to me. I never know what is a real home for me.
• He understood my uneasiness and asked me "what happened?"
• I looked at him smiling weakly, "I don't have a home. I live in a motel. Yesterday I came here from Los Angeles," I told him I felt a tightness in my chest that was not loosening.
• Oh, that was all he said to me.
• "If you don't mind, I can arrange a place for you to live," he insisted.
• "No thanks, but I will manage by myself." I politely denied his request. I don't need or want to take any favours from him, or even from anyone else.
• "I'll see you around," I said to him as I exited the cafe.
• As I am walking towards the road, my mind is quizzing around past incidents and upcoming opportunities in my life. Finally, I am away from that hellhole, but I need to focus on my waitress job so that I can earn enough money to afford a rented apartment.
• As I was walking, I don't know, my leg hit something hard and I stumbled and fell hard on the road.
• "Ahh," I cried out in pain and pouted while looking up.
• Oh my god.
• Its newly launched Mercedes-Benz is
• But, by God, I'm hurt because of it.
• First, that horrible family who tortured me since my childhood, then my unfortunate life, and now this car, everyone just hurt me.
• I stand up while clenching my teeth.
• I looked at that expensive car.
• I hissed at it and kicked its front end with my leg.
• I quickly put my hand over my legs; I felt unbearable pain there because of kicking the hard surface of the car.
• "You won't get it, right?" I reasoned.
• My muscles are tense.
• I looked around, and finally, I found a public dustbin.
• I quickly went there, took that dustbin, and walked towards that car, pulling the whole garbage over the front of that car. I smiled, satisfied after getting off my anger at that car.
• "What the hell," I thought, as I heard a deep husky mesmerising voice behind me, and my adrenaline shot through my veins with my racing heartbeat.
• My eyes widened. "Shit!" I think this is the voice of the owner of this car.
• I swallowed, feeling the sensation of not being able to get enough oxygen.
• I gulped it down, closing my eyes and started counting.
• Okay, we will count until three. After three, I will run as fast as I can as the owner of this car is behind me.
• Count to three...I felt footsteps coming in my direction, but I slowly went forward. Now 'three', my mind screamed, and I ran as fast as I could without looking back. I ran as fast as my legs carried me. I don't know where I would end up, but I ran for my life.