She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival afterall and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else.
Who is she to deceive herself?
Everyone else? does that include her psychopathic roommate and a cat? Hell no, it would be better to take a walk.
If tonight goes well, then she can always have that blissful life she has always wish for. It was time to get out of this hellhole.
When she stepped out into the street, a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her.
A sign tonight is just a torture like any other day.
A silent tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate not even in their wildest dream.
The car screeched to a halt few meters away from where she stood and a tall lean figure in a denim and sweatshirt stepped out of the car and looked to her with a frantic look of horror.
“Why the heck is the figure staring?”
“Does he except an apology from me?” She questioned silently as the figure stalked towards her with calculated step and vigor that is not so needed for that short distance.
She couldn’t look up to face the figure in fear of being manhandled like she had been done to before, she took the time to wipe down at her wet muddy skirt, flicking out pebbles and dirts stain from the muddy water.
The figure stopped one yard away from her “Why are you walking alone at this time?”
“…uhmm…e-excuse me?” Her bewildered eyes flew from her murdered clothes to the figure’s face like she had heard wrong.
The lamp street behind the stranger only provided a dark shadow contrast of the face but not totally covering his chilled jaws and well scultped lips that have spurted what she had never expected to hear.
“I am in no mood to repeat myself. But judging from your shock after this little accident, I guess I owe you a dress. Whatever reason you have chosen to dress like that to wherever you are going, I am sure you would be kick out or aside when you get there”
Mouth agape, she stared at the stranger, frozen in place with hands limp on her side. The stranger really hate repeating himself as he turned around towards his car and with a finality tone, he commanded
“Follow me”
For a minute, her feet remain sturdy and unresponsive to her command.
To follow him? Hell no! To turn back and run as far as her little swanky legs can carry her.
Everything about him screamed danger, mystery and violence — perhaps authority and at that moment, my two fleet’s decided to revive and move towards the black sleek audi car.
In no time, the moment her butt touched the plush leather of the car, he zoomed off.
“Pick out all the sturdy winter wears and comfy outfits in this young lady’s size now.”
She caught the command and a point of finger flew from him as she stumbled into the majestic store for only exquisite ladies.
He hadn’t waited for her to get down from the car the moment he turned off the ignition and gracefully slid out of the car.
His dark sharp suit and his brusque demeanor gave him that CEO look.
As if they couldn’t believe the stranger would come into their store demanding such high risk order, not to talk of a scrawny looking lady with the boss.
“Wait a minute….Does that mean he own this place?” She thought as the attendants gave her a tight smile which in turn looked like a grimace as if she doesn’t belong there.
“Yes, they have every right to. She doesn’t belong there” Her final thoughts on the matter.
“Would you please follow me” One of the girls cut off her thought with a shrill note.
She in turn look to the man that had brought her in and with a slight head nod, he dismissed her and went to sit in one of the plush leather seat in the store.
………
After what seem like hours of gruesome changing over and woman-handling, she returned to the main store with a nice outfit on, few of the girls scampered around with hand full of shopping bags.
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