It was night time but the moon shone so brightly, you could almost think it was daytime already.
Amelia and Joanna sat down on a bench, beside Joanna's tent in the trio squad.
A/N: Trio squad is just a name I have formed for the place Amelia and other homeless people live.
"How was work?" Joanna asked
"Nice, same as always," Amelia replied
"That's great," Joanna said, looking down at her fingers.
"Yeah," Amelia replied
The two of them went silent as they stared into the night sky. It looked so calm up there.
Amelia contemplated a lot in her mind if she should tell Joanna about her resignation from work that day.
It wasn't like a resignation, it was just her being tired of it all and shouting at her boss that she did not want to do the job anymore. Her boss was taking too much advantage of her.
"I have to tell you something," Amelia finally said
"Really? What is it?" Joanna asked as she turned to face her properly.
"Not now, maybe later. I have to get some apples down the street," Amelia quickly said
"Oh, okay but this night? Isn't it too late already?" Joanna asked with a frown
"Come on, it's just past eight, I will be quick," Amelia said with a shrug
"Okay, I will be waiting for you then," Joanna replied
"You should go to bed, Joanna. I would probably go back to my tent when I arrive," Amelia replied
"Take care of yourself then," Joanna said as she yawned
"I will," Amelia replied as she started walking away
"And be careful!" Joanna shouted again and Amelia just waved back.
"You are disturbing me!" James, Joanna's brother said with clenched teeth from inside the tent.
"Just face your own business!" Joanna replied, rolling her eyes, and sat outside to enjoy a little more of the night's breeze.
...
Amelia walked down the street and soon got to the small shop where most people from the trio squad get their groceries.
Some minutes later, she was already back outside with an Apple with her.
She held on to the plastic bag containing the remaining apples and decided to eat one now.
She moved fast and soon, the small grocery shop was out of sight. She hummed as she walked and soon turned into the dark corner, very close to the trio squad and that was when she heard it. Footsteps. Someone was following her.
If she could get away quickly, she would be safe. Nobody dares to do anything reckless in the trio squad. It was a place for drunk, drug addicts. A place someone who had nobody else would be. A place for someone broken.
And in the case of Amelia and Joanna; it was a safe place.
Amelia walked faster but not fast enough as her follower soon stood in front of her. She felt so scared.
"Wh- what do you want?" She asked, her voice trying to come out ad brave and bold as it could but she failed in that.
Her follower chuckled and started moving closer to her.
He was a man who looked like he was in his late thirties. He had a grey beard and his hair was dark but also had some strands of grey in it. He wore a black round-neck top and blue jean trousers.
Amelia did not know why but this man looked so familiar she moved backward anyways.
"Are you going somewhere, pretty?" a deep voice said to her, so close.
Amelia turned abruptly and her head hit his chest. She moved back a little and got a view of his face.
He was huge, compared to the other one but he had no hair on his head and he sure looked more dangerous.
And that was when Amelia smelt it, alcohol. They were drunk, both of them.
"Uh oh," Amelia could not help but mutter
"Come on, beautiful. Let's get to it," the first man said and Amelia soon realized what was about to happen but she asked anyways.
"Get to what?" her voice came out sharp now.
"Surely, we are not interested in your apples," the huge man said in his deep voice and Amelia could swear she hated his disgusting voice.
The other man laughed at the other one's joke and spoke up too.
"Come on, you are not a kid," the grey-haired man said as he grabbed her arm.
Amelia yanked it off hard and slapped him across the cheek.
"Don't you dare lay your filthy hands on me," she cautioned strongly. Her voice came out so bold and clear as she pointed her index finger at the grey-haired man.
The man's face paled in anger and the huge hefty one landed a blow on Amelia's face.
"What a b**ch!" the hefty one cursed as Amelia staggered backward.
* * *
William rests his head against the headrest of the owner's seat of his car. It has been a busy day at the office today. Every day was always hectic, busy, and stressful but not as stressful and hectic as today.
The very words of his father played in his head over again.
'You must get him for me, son. He is my property
And that was why he was on this trip. Not a long one, just a short trip around town. Even though it was in a direction opposite his house, he knew he wanted to do this today.
He could not afford to do it tomorrow. It was better to just end this day with finding Bob.
He sighed as he opened his eyes.
Trio squad was not a safe place a normal person should be, that's why he was just going to find Bob and bring him back with him.
He looked out of the window for the first time since he had been in the car.
Well, the view outside wasn't so appealing.
Two men looked like they wanted to take on a girl. She was moving back and she looked distressed.
William shrugged at that though, it was probably just how they do here in the trio squad.
The car moved slowly because of the potholes and William looked outside again.
Even though he was not concerned about the girl and the two men under the moonlight, he was curious about what was happening and how it would end.
But his driver kept driving away, so he spoke.
"Stop the car, Scott"
"Here?" Scott was a little surprised. He thought they would have to drive into the trio squad fully before they would find who they came here for.
"I believe that is what I just said," William replied coldly.
William is not a strict person but he had such a long day and he did not want to be stressed.
He watched as Amelia slapped the grey-haired man and he chuckled. He was enjoying this.
He saw the hefty man punch Amelia in the face and he got angry. No one should hit a woman like that. And it was not a simple blow, he had hit her hard.
He contemplated if he should get out of the car and intervene or maybe he should just ask Scott to continue driving.
'She is probably used to this and would get back up on her own, he thought and shrug
"Let's go, Scott," he said and rest his back
Scott started driving and William looked back again. She did not look like she was going to get back on her feet.
He saw her stagger backward and the grey-haired man push her back forward.
He asked Scott to stop the car immediately and rushed out of the car.
He has had such a long day. Why was this happening now? Today of all days when he has to find that Bob guy and get the hell out of this place.
He rushed towards the two men and bent down, his hands on his knees as he panted hard.
"What are you gentlemen doing so late in the night?" He asked as he stood up and fixed his black tie.
The hefty one turned to face him so that the two men were facing him now.
"If I were you, I would act like I did not see anything and continue walking," the thin one replied as he cracked his knuckles.
"And you are not me," William replied, spreading his arms wide for emphasis.
The hefty one looked at William from top to bottom and chuckled. William was going to be such an easy type.
William looked at the lady who was holding onto the wall, so she won't fall.
She looked like someone who was about to throw up and he shook his head.
'Only one hit and she is already like that. So fragile!' He seethed.
The thin man came at William and William quickly ducked.
It turned into a real fight, so William left the thin one to his driver and personal assistant while he faced the hefty one.
...
Amelia stared at her front as she saw four things struggling with each other. Were they fighting? Were those things humans?
She could not place the picture correctly and she shook her head vigorously to get her brain working normally back.
The commotion soon stopped and she saw a man in a black suit walking towards her.
She felt like her head was rolling and William watched as she collapsed on the floor.
"Ugh! I feel like she did that on purpose," William groaned as he said and turned back to look at the two men on the floor.
"Fools," he could not help but mutter.
He looked up at his assistant who was panting hard from that fight and he grinned.
"The perfect way to end the day, right?" William asked with a smile and Scott stared at him in disbelief.
'What perfect way?' Scott whined in his head.
"Get her apples," William said as he pointed at Amelia's apples that were on the floor.
Scott nodded in approval and William bent down on the floor.
He picked up Amelia in a bridal way and moved quickly towards his car.
Scott rushed after him from the back after picking up the apples into the plastic bags.
* * *
Amelia woke up the next morning with her head hurting badly. She winced and touched her cheek. It still stung a little. She chews on her teeth a little before opening her eyes slowly. It took a while for her eyes to adapt to where she was and when she did, her eyes widened in surprise. "Where is this place? Where am I? What room is this?" She muttered as she gripped her hair tightly. She slowly remembered all that had happened yesterday. The drunk men and then, she remembered slapping one of them which she got a huge blow in return. Her eyes quivered as she remembered a man in a suit fighting the men who had wanted to rape her. She opened her eyes back because that was all she could remember and not even so clearly. Of course, the men from the trio squad won't be able to afford a room like this. It was that man, that man brought her here. She frowned at that. How could he just take people somewhere without their consent? She looked around the blue-painted room and smirked. "
Amelia's POV That jerk, whom I am just realizing I do not know his name left the room. I sat back down on the bed. I feel stressed so early in the morning. 'Wait, was I a little too mean?' I could not help but think. 'I mean he did help me but that does not mean he had the right to bring me to his home,' I thought again and rolled my eyes at the thought. 'He was only trying to protect you. He is a gentleman,' another side of me said and I heaved a sigh of frustration. What is this? Now, I feel bad. I agree that I was a little over the top. 'Should I apologize to him when I see him?' My mind was still trying to figure out what to do when the door opened for the third time today. 'Who is it this time?!' I almost lashed out. A middle-aged woman walked in. She looked like a woman in her late forties. She wore a brown woven turtle neck top and a black skirt. She held a bowl in which its content, I knew nothing of. She walked towards the window and my curiosity kicked in. 'Who
Amelia's POV I finished having my bath and walked out of the bathroom, humming a song I used to listen to when I was still working for Chris. I walked out in a bathrobe and that was when I realized I had no clothes. I went back to the bathroom to get my clothes and realized they were already soaked from that stupid shower. "Oh gosh!" I could not help but groan out loud. I walked back into the bedroom and walked towards the two wooden doors I saw earlier. I opened it and my head went blank. Empty. It was all empty. Not even a single gown was in it. I feel like that man did it on purpose. What am I going to wear? I walked to the bedroom door and opened it a little bit. Maybe I could get Mary to help me with it. I looked around and there was no sight of anyone. No sight of HIM. I walked slowly out of the bedroom with the white bathrobe hanging on my body and looked around as I walked. I got down the stairs and there she was. Mary moved around the room, towards a destination I
William's POV I worked for a long time at the company, and the door to my office opens every once in a while when my secretary has something to say to me or needs my consent. Before I knew it, it was time to go home. I stood up from the chair and stretched a bit before making my way out of my office. My secretary (female) stood up to greet me immediately and I just faced my front. Just like the typical CEO that I was. The people who works for me whose offices were in an open space really near my office all stood up to greet me as well and I nodded my head a bit. My assistant and driver, Scott (male) followed after me quickly as we made our way toward my private elevator. That's right, a private elevator. I went into it and he took the public one. When we got to the first floor after a minute or so, the workers on my path quickly cleared the way and bowed as they moved to the side while I just walked nonchalantly outside. The security and greeters in their white tops and bl
Amelia's POV "Run! Run! Run, Amelia! Go!", the memories were stuck in my brain as I pictured it in my head like it was just yesterday. I whimpered as I sat with my knees up against my chest in this dark infinity room. It had no walls. No affection, nothing! "Amelia!", a very concerned and demanding voice called. It kept disturbing me as I moved my head vigorously to get the sound out of my head. The call was killing me. It was disturbing my peace. Why can't 'they' just leave me alone?! Suddenly, my eyes opened and I stared at the yellow roof of my tent. It was a dream. It was all a dream. I sat up and cleaned the beads of sweat on my forehead with my hand. "Amelia!", the call came again and I recognized it instantly. Joanna. She is probably the one whose voice I had heard in my dream just now. I stood up, bending my back a little, so my head won't touch the roof of the tenth. I pulled at my zipper; opened the door of my tent and looked outside at the worried Joanna
Monday morning... Amelia's POV I woke up the next morning with a disturbing headache. I walked out of my tent after having water and cleaned the beads of sweat on my face. I did not have 'that' dream today but I wasn't feeling too well either. I know I need to jog. I wore the only black sneakers I have. That's exactly why I bought black, goes with everything (chuckles). I wore black sneakers and left my yesterday clothes on. I would have to change it today anyways, so why not sweat on it? I jogged for a while and was already panting hard. I need to do this more often but right now, I am really tired. Maybe another time. I walked back towards my tent but before I got there, "Amelia!", I heard someone call me and I turned to face the person with a quick frown on my face. I thought it would probably be Steve or the other one from that night but when I turned to look, the frown on my face quickly went as it came. I smiled. It was George. Among the few people who I relate to here
Amelia's POV I finished having my chocolate bars and rested for a while. I have to spend most of my cash, so I can get to that company George mentioned. I hope they would be able to help me. "Mom. Dad. Brother", I said out loud and tears formed in my eyes. I pulled my nose and fought the tears back. I have been fine all these years, I am fine now and I will always be fine. I stood up from my sleeping bag and took the last cash I had. If I would have to walk back home, I have to find this organization first and then think about finding a place to work later. I pray it's the right place. I hope they find the one person I have been looking for all these years. I made my way toward the tent zip and opened it. I walked outside and almost yelped when I hit something. I looked up and met a curious Joanna looking down at me. I straightened my back and closed the tent zip. "What are you doing here?", I asked her. "Where are you going to? In the afternoon, all dressed up?", she a
William's POV "Ignore her", I replied with a frown and continued walking. I could see Scott's surprised face but I do not care. She is not any of my business in any way. I looked back at her again and frowned. Why does she keep coming my way? I turned around abruptly and headed in that direction. "Sir!", Scott called out to me but I ignored him with a frown. It's not like I wish to do this as well, I just don't have a choice, or do I? I walked towards the small house that looked like a garage abruptly and I saw the huge man just entering it. He had not locked the door, probably to put her down and I went after them abruptly, Scott trailing after me. It turned out to not be a garage. It was just an empty almost dark room that was dusty. It looks like it hasn't been used for years. I saw him drop her down and turned around to look around the floor. He found some rope and was about to walk towards it and I cleared my throat. He turned to look at me and I smiled at him teasin