My Best Friend : He's the one I have

Prologue* No man is an island. you need people in your life. *….In an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city of Austria, a seventeen years old girl was tied hands upwards to a pole in a room, filled with empty cartons of goods.The girl strived to escape the grips of the tight ropes around her hands, but failed. Nevertheless, she kept on struggling till she had barely any strength left in her, exhausted she fell asleep.A crick at the door, brought her out of her sleepy state and she froze in fear as three big and burly looking men walked into the room, and slowly began to advance towards her. They stared at her with a desire she recognized as lust. “ She's indeed a beauty. ” One of them said, turning to the others. “ I bet she's still pure. ”“ Definitely. ” Another answered with a grin. “ Is this why you asked to make a u-turn earlier? ” He turned to the older one, who had an obvious scar on the left side of his face.“ Yup. Beauties like her can't be allowed to wande

> * Learn to love and appreciate yourself more than anything and anyone else. -- Queenebunoluwa15. * **** ------ Mira ------ " Mira dear, it's late, you should come down for dinner. " I was surprised to see Josesph's nanny in my room later on. She was meant to be at home resting, right?“ Nanny, you are here? ” I didn't bother hiding the surprise in my tone. “ I am, Baby. ” she gave me one of her best smiles. I wrapped my arms around her the moment she got close enough. “ I miss you, Na. ” Words couldn't explain how much I really do. It's been almost two weeks, yet it seemed like forever. “ I miss you, Baby. ” she patted my hair as she'd always done since I was a preteen. We broke the hug later on and I didn't realize I'd got tears in my eyes until she reached out and wiped them off with her fingers. “ Don't cry, Baby… ” she held my hands in hers and gave me a comforting smile. “ Do you want to talk about it? ” I stared at her with a raised eyebrow.“ Nothing c

>* Follow and focus on your own path regardless of others opinions. *****------ Mira ------I kept tossing and turning as sleep evaded me. My mind was hyper active as I kept wondering what Vera had said to Joseph that made him act like he did. He mentioned IP address, what's that really about? I wish I had my phone with me, then I would have checked the school group chat. Yet, at the back of my mind, I was thankful I didn't bring it along earlier today as I would have lost it. As a result of my lack of sleep, I ended up with huge eye bags, and when morning came, I was feeling more exhausted than I'd felt earlier. I freshened up and went downstairs after doing the laundry. I met Nanny Jenny on my way out. As it was still very early, breakfast hasn't been made as she'd just woken up herself.“ Good morning, Nanny Jenny! ” I embraced her desperately, in a quest to draw strength from her. “ Morning, Hon. How are you? ” she stared closely at me after we broke up. I felt naked

> * Nothing worthwhile in life comes easy. * **** ------ Mira ----- Taking a taxi from Joseph's street, I soon arrived at the orphanage. After paying for the fare, I stood for some minutes in front of the big building, recalling the first time I was brought there. “ Precious Kids. ” I remember staring at those words feeling broken and disheartened. As someone who was raised in a rich home with loving parents. I'd never thought that a day would come when I'll have to end up in a substandard hotel. Even as a young child, the realization that I had just moved from grace to grass, from privileged to underprivileged had hit me greatly. It would have been better if I hadn't tasted wealth than to end up this way. But well, I'd accepted my destiny after a really long time, haven't I? The noise in the building didn't surprise me as I navigated my way to my room. The girls were chatting as always. I was probably the only one who didn't have anyone to talk to there as they see me a

> * Do the right thing even when no one is watching. — Oprah Winfrey. * *** ----- Mira ------ It's been one week since I'd last heard from Jose. Though we've been in no contact for almost three weeks, it still feels different, especially after our last encounter. The memory of how he'd thrown me out of his room the other day still haunts me, though I knew he’d only done that because he was pissed. Yet, it didn't stop it from hurting. “ How could he? ” As much as I try to make excuses for him, it still doesn't change the fact that he'd hurt me. I've always heard that being sensitive and understanding is a bad thing, I'd never known how true that was until now. On one hand, I'm very well aware of how hurt he is by what happened, but yet it still doesn't give him the right to treat me the way he did. It doesn't. My alarm clock went off indicating the end of my ten minute break. I went back to my desk and plopped my butt on my study chair, as I opened my bi