Episode 3ree

"And that's how I ended up here" Mark ***

Abbie's pov

I didn't know where I was going, I just kept moving.

I became hungry. I bought some snacks with the money given to me by Musa.

I sat down on a chair in a closed shop. I was also tired.

After eating, I began watching th people passing by.

I saw lots of people, mainly poor people begging on the streets. And that was about to become my fate, if I don't act fast.

I saw a pregnant woman and a man entering a car.

Then it struck me.

Baby!

I looked down at my stomach and touched my lower abdomen.

Is there really a baby inside of me?

I face palm.

Of course there is!

That's why I was thrown out.

After a while, I stood up.

Where do I go now?

I don't know anywhere around here.

I began walking again, though I didn't know where I was going. I keep on walking.

While walking, I saw some children playing football. They looked very happy.

I stopped and looked at the field. Then my eyes trailed down.

I saw a flower. I picked it up and looked at it closely. Someone had stepped on it and destroyed it.

Just like what Samuel did to me.

He destroyed my whole perfect life.

I dropped the flower and continued walking. It was getting late and my legs were tired.

Now, another problem arises.

Where do I sleep?

I'm so tired and I've been walking all day.

I continued walking in search of a place to spend the night. People were now closing their shops and the street was now quite empty.

I became scared.

After a while, I turned back.

No one.

My eyes caught a shop with two tables with clothes on them.

The clothes wee long enough to cover all sides of the table.

Yes, perfect!

I rushed towards the shop. I took a cloth from one of the table, then I got under the other table.

I spread the cloth on the floor and payed down

Great!

It's quite comfortable.

I slept off with thoughts of tomorrow.

I might be lucky today but not definitely tomorrow.

I was woken up by a noise, the footsteps of people. A lot of people.

Oh no!

I've been caught.

I just layer still, trying my best not to move an inch.

The noise stopped. I shut my eyes and hoped for the worst thing to happen.

The people began arguing. I heard crashing of bottles and cries of battle.

I was so curious. I wanted to know what was going on.

I opened the cloth a little so that I could be able to peep.

I saw some boys fighting one another and some were running away.

I was shocked.

Then I sae someone.

What?

A little kid.

He was also hiding.

I drew my attention to the people fighting.

After a while, they all retreated.

I looked at where I saw the little kid, but the person was no longer there.

Huh?

Oh well, I still have some time before morning.

I layed down but I couldn't sleep. I shut my eyes, hoping sleep would take over me but it didn't.

I broke down into tears.

I was still in shock of what happened.

None of this would have happened to only I listened.

Suddenly, I heard the cock crow.

Morning already?

I got out of the table, took the cloth and spread it back on the table I took it from.

I saw that same kid, walking towards me.

I shivered.

Maybe he's a spirit.

Oh God, why is this happening?

"Good morning aunty" he greeted when he got to me.

"Good morning" I responded. I wasn't scared anymore.

He's just a normal regular kid.

"What are you doing here? I saw you enter this place last night"

"Um... I... I... um... "

Like seriously, I don't know what to say to this kid.

I can't lie to him.

He looks smart and he would buy what I wanted to say to him.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk. You better leave now or else someone might see you now and call you a thief"" he said and began to walk away.

"Wait, where are you going?" I called out. He stopped.

"No where exactly"

"Can I come with you?"

"Sure"

He began walking and I followed behind quietly.

I had a lot of questions to ask this kid.

"So what's your name?" I asked.

"Mark" he replied plainly.

He's so smart and quick for a boy of his age.

And he also acts matured.

Nice!

"How did you get here? I saw you hiding early this morning"

"It's quite a long story but I'll make it short. I had lived with my foster parents since I was a baby. Mom died when I was three months old. Dad committed murder and also robbery. He's still behind bars"

"Oh, I'm sorry"

"My foster parents threw me out of the house saying they don't want me anymore. They said I should go and fend for myself"

He stopped and looked at me.

"I was only five then"

OMG!

I gasped.

Five?

Those people must be very cruel.

"And that's how I ended up here" he said.

"I'm so sorry for everything. Don't worry, I will find a way for us to survive. I promise"

He nodded.

Just then, someone tapped me.

"What the...?

Oh no, Mark...