34 — Tyler

“She doesn’t allow herself

Losing no one else

I had days when I was alone

But I was never afraid of losing something.”

Hopeless Romantic — Wiz Khalifa

The abandoned warehouse had become my hiding place.

My home.

After the day when some men saved the lady who was here, being held captive — and who my mother was forced to take care of — I ran to our small house, which is close to here, I gathered my few clothes in an old backpack, I took my documents, which my mother had stored inside an old counter and the little money I had for an emergency.

Despite living in the most dangerous place in the city, we hoped that one day we would be able to improve our lives, but everything went wrong.

On my eleventh birthday, I became an orphan. Mom died at the hands of those evil men.

I didn't want to go to an orphanage, no way, at my age, no one would want to take me to their home and I also knew that in some of these orphanages the way they took care of us was not with affection, but with anger .

That's why I'm hiding in the streets or now here, in this warehouse, where I've practically been living for the last few weeks.

Sitting next to some wooden boxes, in the dark, a noise catches my attention, it's the huge iron gate opening.

I quickly hide, I can't be seen in any way, so I remain completely silent.

— Put her here and tie her up! When I wake up, I will think exactly what to do.

I know that voice!

Did they catch that lady again?

— Okay, boss.

They talk further away and all I can hear is something about a Foster Enterprise. I take a pencil and paper from the front pocket of my backpack and write it down. I'll need to remember that name to help. I could just pretend I don't know anything, but they can't end another person's life.

I have no idea how much time passes, until I hear the gate close.

I think they left.

I wait a little longer, put the backpack on my back and in silence, I go to see where they put the woman they brought. I get closer when I see that no one is around and she starts to move slowly.

My God!

She looks like an angel.

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