#WritcoStoryPrompt15
The waitress' eyes grew wide at the crumpled paper the woman had handed with the money.
"Help," it read.
When she looked up, the woman was gone... I did what anyone would do follow her and call 911. In my mind I was thinking so many worse case scenarios. She a victim of abuse of all kinds? Is she a runaway,or that her life is easy but it makes her unhappy? She comes from abusive parents who can't escape this life.? As I follow her, halfway through a dark alley. "I asked, her, Your asking for help??" "How can I help you?" I asked her." I have a son and I just needed to bring him home some food. I took my food whatever I could afford for him to eat. I work as a tattoo artist here in this area. I am just apprentice finishing my degree.
It's why I live in a bad area as you can see. My boyfriend worked here, well he took off when he found out I was pregnant. I am not able to work as much because my son he is only 2 years old. I take him with me as much as I can but it's not safe for him to be around that. I love my Job but I love my son more. "What is your name ?I asked her."" Isla she said." Its nice to meet you Isla, I am Ruth."...