Chasing his Luna back

Do you need help

Amanda

“Why are you crying? Do you need help with anything?” The stranger continued and my tears intensified.

I think I need help but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get it.

“Talk to me young lady, is something wrong? You don’t have to cry, a damsel like you isn’t meant to shed tears” The woman crunched to my level and I raised my head, staring at her with my puffy and red eyes.

“Damn, come here dear, what’s wrong?” She muttered as she knelt and pulled me to her arms, patting my back softly.

We were in the position for more than five minutes and when my sobs were reduced, she helped me up and walked me towards her car and urged me to get in.

“What’s wrong? Were you mobbed? Did someone hurt you? I could make a report to the police” She offered and I shook my head.

“I… I’m… pregnant” I whispered shamefully as I bowed my head and she stretched her hand, rubbing my palms.

“Believe it or not, mistakes like these bring blessings. It might be hard to accept and cope but once you’ve made it past the first years things would work out for the best. You just have to have a positive mindset” She advised and I shook my head.

“It’s… It's different… I… I’m a disgrace to my parents, they trusted me” I muttered.

“Oh, this is more of guilt than the pain of being ditched. There’s nothing like the perfect child. We all make mistakes and correct them, sometimes we have irreversible ones and we’d have to pay a huge price but I know that no matter how disappointed your parents are, they would eventually forgive you. You should have talked things out with them” She suggested and I shook my head.

“It’s not easy. It’s different from what you think. My parents are affluent leaders, they’re flawless and perfect… My whole family is, except for me who has succeeded in ruining the good name” I replied and she just smiled.

“I’m Hannah, how about we start with introducing ourselves and then your story” She suggested and I nodded. She was a total stranger, sharing my burden with her could reduce my pain.

“I’m Amanda…” I began to narrate the whole ordeal right from how Kyle had first approached me, to how he had courted me for days, trying to get my attention and going as far as getting into my study group.

I told the truth about me having a crush on him right from day one. All he had done was used sugar coated words to get my head spinning. I told Hannah about my brothers and how much they loved and cherished me.

Because they always paid attention to me, it was even more difficult to stay. They would feel like killing Kyle and it’s not something I want but I just wish I can forget about my previous life.

“Running is the only option left and I accepted it” I narrated my story and she just shook her head sadly.

“First, I don’t think you made the best decision by running away. You should have discussed this with them and found a way out. From your story your family loves you so much and it’ll kill them when they find out you had a problem and rather than trusting them to help, you decided to run away. The world is dangerous dear and it seems like your parents protected you well from the world. Do you have any plans? You must have had a plan before deciding to leave…” Hannah suggested and I stared at my certificate.

“Yo… You wanna get a job?”

“Yes” I muttered and she nodded.

“I like the fact that you’re trying to be hopeful. This is London dear, I don’t know the state you might be coming from dear but this place is dangerous and pretty f****d up. It’s terrible for a lady to be on the streets and it’s hard to get a job. You’d have to start with minor things before you’ll be able to get something good and in your present condition… Nobody would like to hire a teen pregnant lady. It’ll take a lot of convincing to get someone to accept you…”

“I’m not some lazy kid, I would work. I have a certificate in law and I’m not gonna slack behind because of anything. Please just help me, I can start from somewhere small and learn things and with time I can progress but please help me” I pleaded, about to burst into fresh tears and she honked, making me look at the road for the first time.

The gates opened to reveal a large mansion with several cars in park. I had to admit that she was quite wealthy even though she didn’t act like one. She parked the car and stepped out, I followed suit, her house was admirable and she held my arms as we walked inside.

I gasped, admiring how unique and simple it looked. The designs were stylish and ancient. It depicted history and she pointed at a seat for me.

“Get the guest some refreshment… What’s your name darling…”

“Amanda ma” I replied and she nodded as she stretched out her hand and I placed my certificate in her hands. It was my last hope and with my heart in my throat, I watched her go through it slowly.

I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, her face didn’t give away anything and I began to panic, wondering if my certificate wasn’t useful here.

“I… I can take a minor job and study if my certificate isn’t good enough…”

“Are you kidding me? A first class upper in law, this is amazing! I’m intrigued with your result. You can get a job with this in any firm, wow…” Hannah let out immediately and I felt waves of relief was over me as I let out the breath I had been holding.

“Really” I muttered and she nodded.

“I'll call a friend of mine who works in a law firm and see if she can pull some strings. I’m not promising you anything big but I’ll try my best” Hannah promised as she began scrolling on her phone. She placed the phone beside her ear and moved to the window a bit.

I was about to explode with joy. It was my biggest wish to become a lawyer one day, I was thrilled with the thought of wearing a wig and standing in front of a court filled with people. Defending a person and trying to win a case was fascinating.

“Mom, the maids said you brought someone home. This is new, most of the people you get from the streets, you take them to the orphanage, why did you bring her here?” I heard a masculine voice and I raised my head.

To my amazement, a tall figure whose gaze was focused on his phone was stepping down gracefully. He was wearing sweatpants and without any top. I swallowed hard as my eyes traced from his broad and firm shoulders to his well toned chest, he looked like someone who worked out occasionally and the sweat on his body was enough proof.

My mouth began to water as my eyes moved further and rested on his waist, tracing the V-line that disappeared into his pants. “Oh, you’re much different from the type of people mom finds on the streets, who are you?” My head went blank when he stared at me with his calm gray eyes.