At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter six

I wake up scared with a cold water being thrown at me, bewildered, look to the side and find the woman with the two children in the same state as me. "Come out the door of my house.— brat a woman in her 50s with a bucket in her hands, and the disgust is visible in her face.

The woman with the two children, who still do not know the name, keeps her things that are all wet in a plastic bag, then holds the hands of her children who cry and tremble with cold taking them away from the sight of the terrible woman, who with their exit looks at me snobly and then enters the house. Coming out of the inertia that was my body, for it is still processing such cruelty, I put the backpack on my back, the backpack was not wet for the simple fact that I was lying on it when it all happened. I walk quickly in order to reach that family. The kids left the place scared, scared, and I wanted to know if they were okay, and if not how I could help. Since I'm silly, of course none of them are okay, neither the mother, nor the children, and neither i. But the look of the little ones was heart-cutting, which I don't even care about my own traumas. I'm an adult, but they're helpless kids who shouldn't know how bad the world is around them.

"Madam— cry calling your attention that para. As I reach them, I ask, "How are they?—she looks at the two little fofurinhas beside her. The two-year-old girl is a funny, black, fair-skinned, curly hair, with chubby cheeks that makes her want to squeeze. The boy, unlike his mother and sister is white, curly blond hair, however has chubby cheeks just like his sister's.

"They'll be fine, this isn't the first time and it won't be the last—their words make my heart hurt, I look at it, and then i look at those little angels and a tear falls from my eyes, yet quickly clean, they don't need my pity.

"I've seen that all your stuff is wet, and you can't get wet like that, you've probably gotten sick. My things didn't get wet, I can give you some pieces of clothing.— I mean opening the backpack, but the woman holds my hands stopping my movements.

"Don't worry about us, you've helped us enough," he says, smiling without showing his teeth.

"I want to do this, if I have the way, I'll help you a million times if I have to. And I'm sure if you were in my shoes, I'd do the same—I say looking into your eyes and I see tears falling from your eyes.

I squat to be at the same height as the children who look at me shyly and say, "Look what I have for you.— How small are they to take two blouses out of my backpack that were dressed in them. A blouse has flower designs, this one I give to the little girl who is delighted, pulling her mother's clothes to show her what she just won. And for the boy I pick up a unisex black blouse, he looks suspiciously at me when I offer him the blouse, but he does.

As predicted when wearing, I see that the blouse is too big for them, but this is temporary, until their clothes dwell. For mom I take pants and a sleeveless blouse, as my clothes tend to be wider I think it will fit perfectly on her.

"This is for you," I give her the clothes and i take out two reais from the bag and say,—I know it's not much, but I believe you can buy some loaves of bread.

"You're an angel, people like you shouldn't be on the street," he says, crying.

"And not even people like you and your children—I say by giving you a smile and making a carein your arms that promptly embraces me and I reciprocate.

"You are too good to live in such a cruel world," he says in a low tone that only I am able to hear. After a few seconds she walks away from me and asks, "Tell me, what is the name of my guardian angel?".

"Luna— I say timidly because she has titled me as her guardian angel.

"A beautiful name," he says and repeats my name as if he wanted to experience the sound of him coming out of his lips—Luna... It suits you, beautiful and pure as the moon,—my cheeks are definitely red.

"And what do you and these little angels call yourselves?"

"My name is Luiza, this princess is called Eloá and this little warrior is called David.

"I've never met a princess and a warrior," I say, and the children laugh. "It is an honor to meet you Princess Eloá and Warrior David— I say bowing.

"Mommy she called me a warrior," says the boy in a loud whisper to his mother.

"Are you a princess too?", asks Eloá holding the sides of her blouse shyly.

"What do you say, do you think I'm a princess?— I question squatting and giving you a smile.

"Yes, an angel pincesa— she says touching my face, and her sweet response makes me give a broad smile that will give my cheeks.

"You are a charming princess, Eloá," I say by slightly squeezing your cheeks. "And you little warrior, take good care of your little sister and your mother.- I say looking at David who says yes with his head. "Promise me?—I ask him to stick his little finger to mine and say, "I promise, angel princess. — and I smile messing with his hair making him smile.

"Luiza, it was very nice to meet you, of course not under these circumstances. Your kids are a love. I hope your situation gets better just like mine. But now I have to go-- I say almost crying. And she hugs me, but I don't take long in her comfortable embrace, because I was holding back tears and if I stayed longer they would fall and it would take me a while to recover given the so many feelings I've been saving.

"Bye Princess and Warrior— without waiting for such an act, they come to me and hug my leg, destabilizing me emotionally.

"You are very cute, now go to your mother- they walk away doing what I asked, and I look one last time at them three and I turn my back walking away from them with tears falling through my eyes.

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It's been over twenty-four hours that I'm on the street and it's not easy, besides dealing with hunger I have to adapt to the climate of the city. Right now it's getting dark and the city is colder, and that worries me because I don't know what will become of me later. It's still late afternoon, so I can stay on the playground that was yesterday, the same one that the guard kicked me out, but I know i'll soon have to find a place to take shelter. And worst of all, I don't know anything about this town, my whole life was in the orphanage, and when it wasn't in it, it was in school. And now in this situation everything is new to me, the streets are unknown, all faces are strange, my life seems to be different.

So far I'm being supported by bread and some water, I'm doing my best to survive. But the truth is, I don't know if I'm going to last long, this way of life is new to me, people have been worse off than I thought, and I don't know if I can adapt to this world, a place that evil is on every corner and danger lurks in unlikely places. First of all, before the Priest, the orphanage was my Safe Haven and inside the gates I was saved from everything that is bad, so I thought.

Seeing that soon it will darken I decide to look for a place to spend the night. I leave the park and walk down the street aimlessly feeling the cold wind chill all my hair, making me embrace my body automatically. I stop in the middle of the sidewalk looking everywhere in order to find something that will help me go to a specific region, but it is in vain, everything seemed to be the same to me, a landscape full of cars and people going to their destinations. However I remember that earlier I went through a newsstand and if I'm not mistaken it was on a nearby street, but to get there would have to cross. I look sideways to cross the street and just see a few cars a few meters from me, in a hurry to get to the place before it gets totally dark and I do not find the place, I risk crossing the street without the sign sign indicate that I can. And then all of a sudden I hear a loud honking and when I turn to see, I get static, a car was coming towards me at high speed, I was going to die. My heart is racing, my breath fails, and my leg does not obey my command to escape the collision, already accepting my end, I close my eyes with the only thought that it is an instant and painless death. However nothing happens, there is no collision, there is no pain and not a white light calling me to make the passage, then I slowly open my eyes and when I see what is in front of me all the air in me disappears, in the car that would run me over is a man with blue eyes as scared as Me. He's handsome!