Second Adventure (AWC Sequel)

Recruit III

"No, please, don't leave me here! Please!" A sixteen-year-old girl begged as she tried running after her uncle and aunt who were as well trying to sway off her hands that were trying to run after them and holding them still.

"You have no place in our house, Hera, you have no more use in us anymore," her uncle told him, pushing her hand off of his arm harshly which made her slightly almost fall if not for a walking man on the side that caught her by her arms before she could even fall on her behind.

The man looked at her uncle first with deep eyes, then to the poor girl before standing her up firmly. But after that, he immediately dashed out of the scene, and like earlier, the scene of the girl chasing the nan and the woman continued.

"Uncle, auntie, please, take me back. The house is ours! You can't just take me out from what I own!" she insisted, pulling their shirts and forbidding them to reach their car.

The two stopped upon hearing what she said, a scoff came out of her auntie's mouth as she eyed her with an incredulous expression. She knew by then that she was gonna say something that would hurt her. And she wasn't wrong.

"You own nothing, Hera. Don't start with me. All of these are your parents, the people that you killed!" She flinched at her words, those words really often hit the deepest of her heart whenever it was brought up.

There were people now looking at them. Her aunt's voice was loud, and she knew she wasn't even holding back on showing how much she hated her even in public. She didn't know how her life turned like this, she was just so happy with her parents last year, but now it turned downhill. And it was her who was getting blamed.

"We are their siblings, we've been together longer than you are so those were ours now. You are nothing but a hindrance in our lives so go! Be with your parents!" Her uncle said, pushing her on her h

shoulder, and this time, there was no one at her back to save her.

"We should bring this to the law, to an attorney," she insisted, gathering up all her courage to say that.

Another snort came out of her relative's noses, "Don't waste our time, Hera. Don't start a fight you wouldn't win in the first place, your parents had given us all your wealth, and it's in the papers before they died but in return, we'll take care of you. However, you are nothing but a pain in the neck, so be responsible in your own life."

They started walking again, even faster this time as Hera immediately stood up and ran after them once again. But the firm on their decision was just as firm as their push on her. Until they were inside their cars and her thump on the car windows was loud, they just drove out and left her outside the huge church with a lot of people watching as they walked past her.

She fell to the ground, crying in her palm because of feeling helpless. She wanted to blame her parents for leaving her, but she knew they didn't want it to happen, they were deprived of life because of someone who plotted her mother's death and her father couldn't take it, telling her the same night that it wasn't her fault, took his life and followed her mom. All while she was in the other room.

And now she was being blamed by her relatives, telling her about how she wasn't enough to have her father continued living. And deep inside her heart, she had a grudge on him but never on her mother. She hated him for experiencing everything that was all happening to her.

She just stayed there in front of the church, sometimes at the side. Since she was kind of had beauty and didn't look like a beggar at all because of the dress she was wearing, people were talking to her, and by that, their hearts break because of her story.

With the money they were giving her, she managed to live in the street, never leaving the church except she was going to buy her food in a week.

On her third day on the street, there was a man who gave her a shirt and shorts, just placing them before her while she was seated with her head low then dashed out instantly without letting her thank him. She instantly wore them, being not so used to repeating clothes, she used the public bathroom to clean herself, and once again, even with just those pieces of clothing, she still looked beautiful.

There were also kids along with her around the place, but never she got friends with them because they seemed to have more attitudes than she had. They were not happy to see her, they always rolled their eyes at her because of how she seemed to be getting every alms, while they only get the short piece of it. So they were kind of jealous and annoyed.

There was also one woman that she could see and interested in. She was based on the other side of the church, seated like she wasn't a girl and she didn't know if she was just too much comfortable because of how used she was living on the street now or she was just naturally conceited and full of confidence that even the kids around were scared to approach her.

She had met her eyes once, and those were dull and sharp, almost like in a glare, it seemed as if, even she was mad at her because of the alms she was getting. She didn't try approaching her though, well not until now.

"Is she hungry?" she asked herself upon seeing her clutching her stomach with a frown, looking around the place.

Hera looked at her hands, there were at least two dollars there, enough to survive a week. She looked around, finding the bakery near her. She stood up and ran there, ordering two pieces of plain bread that had been her meal from the start of the day to the end of the night. She also ordered two bottles of water.

She then carefully walked to the other side of the church where the girl who seemed older than her was.

"H-hello," she croaked, slightly afraid and embarrassed as she suddenly feeling a little trying to be close to her when she just wanted to give her food.

A glare darted at her which made her step back a little in fear. Her heart was pounding hard, it felt like she was going to hit her anytime soon so hastily placing the bread and the bottle of water in front of her, she immediately ran back to her place.

"She's scary," she uttered, trying her best not to look at her which she knew was staring at her because of the boring holes at her back.

She busied herself with helping people which in return would give her money, she saw the other kids doing that so she tried doing the same. If she would just sit on that side and wait for the food to come to her, it was impossible, so might as well move her body and use it for her own.

"Thank you, ma'am," she told the old woman that she helped carry her bags and guide her crossed the path who in return gave her three packs of chocolate-flavored bread.

She walked back to her place, seeing the girl on the other side looking back at her which made the. met eyes. The girl, however, was the one to tear her eyes away from her first.

She frowned, feeling slightly irritated especially that it seemed like the girl only rolled her eyes at her. After what she did to her, she was only going to give her an attitude for that? She really couldn't expect something good from people no matter how good you were to them. It was irritating at best.

She just didn't look her way anymore the whole day, she just sat there and did what she had to do. There was always the time of the day when she would realize where she was and how come she came there in just a snap. She was kind of feeling sad, especially at night, she often cried silently while looking up at the sky because of the situation she was in right now. She didn't want to be there. She wanted to be in the place next to her parents.

She was sitting position at the side of the closed bakery shop across the church, hugging her knees while looking at the ground when she heard series of noises nearby. And just by the sight of those men, she immediately shivered and instantly stood up.

However, it seemed that luck wasn't on her side right now.

"Hey!"

She didn't look back, instead, walked toward her place beside the closed church again. It was also closed. There weren't many people present because of how deep the night already was. Nevertheless, that was the place where she felt safe.

She ran, but she could hear the boys running after her. As far as she could remember, these were the guys that most of the kids feared and irritated at the same time. They were bullies, they didn't work but they got most of the money from those kids who were begging for food, and Hera knew she was the next target.

She felt a tight grip on her arm, pulling her strongly which made her bump on the guy's awfully smelly chest.

"It hurts. Don't touch me," she croaked, pulling her arm but the hold only tightened more, "Let me go!"

"It hurts, let me go," the boy mocked with a full of drama which made it annoying, and earned a laugh from his shallow companions, "Give me your money and I'll let you go."

"I don't have money-"

A pull on her hair made her stop and grunt, the angry face of the guy came near her like he knew how rich and popular she was among those people who gave her money.

"Don't get smart with me, kid. I know you earned a lot today, I saw you."

She gritted her teeth and glared back, "Why don't you go and make use of your muscular body instead of being lazy? Are you some kind of a stupid freak that has a huge head but of as small as a seed brain?"

Oops. She shouldn't have answered back. She knew she had some kind of a problem with her sharp tongue but well, anyway, she couldn't do anything anymore.

"What did you just say, you freak!?"

She closed her eyes upon seeing the boy raised his palm and acted about to slap her. She gritted her teeth and readied herself, flinching at expecting a painful slap but it passed a while without anything coming.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the girl that she had given bread to hold the boy's wrist, a stern look on her face.

"Hello, fool."