I shivered as the night’s cold air hit me. It looked like it was about to rain. Heavily.
I zipped my blouse and started walking. It was quite peaceful and dark, I started getting lost in my own thoughts. I remembered the times when I was small; they were so cheerful and seemed like pure happiness. After my mother passed away when I was 15, leaving me with my stepfather, they became torture. I still remember how he used to beat me, get drunk and do it all over. For 3 years I lived with this monster. When I finally turned 18, barely a month ago, I ran away. My mother left me money before she left and luckily he never got his dirty hands on them. They were just enough to buy a ticket far, far away, where he would never find me.
I found a job at a Café where I serve and work my ass off 12 hours a day just to afford enough not to be kicked out of my small apartment. Luckily, my job is barely half a mile away from my apartment so I don’t need to waste my money on taxis which makes me really happy. It isn’t easy, but I’m managing.
As expected, it began to rain. As I breathed the cold air I felt free. I wasn’t locked in my room anymore. I was walking home from work like a normal person. Like a free person. I felt satisfaction. I started to think to myself.
He thought I wouldn’t make it without him, that I would end up on the streets. And here I am with a job and a home. Home…
I quickly snapped out of my thoughts as I heard people laughing and joking around. Possibly drunk.
Probably drunk.
Definitely drunk.
There were about 4 men drunk as hell walking my direction. They were tall and strongly built, their laughter loud and their voices deep. I held my hands in my pockets from the cold. I shiver went...