His soft hands caress her face. Did he get a good night’s sleep for once? “Bonjour, my love,” she whispers as she opens her eyes. “Ahh! Who are you?” she screams. She shoots off the bench and grabs her purse.
“Dat my bench! Not yours!” the old man yells.
From the looks of his ragged clothes and the terrible smell, she assumes he’s homeless. She slowly backs away and speed walks in the other direction. How did I get to the park? What was I doing last night? She looks at her watch and sees that it’s 6:15 a.m. The sun’s not even out yet. She rubs her scorched throat and tries to focus on walking without stumbling. “Achoo! Oh no.” She rubs her nose, feeling sick. As the details from yesterday seep into her mind she stops walking and runs toward the house. “Amelia! What the hell was I thinking to leave her with those idiots?” she croaks.
While standing in front of the house, reluctant to go in, she thinks about the potential outcome and it makes her second-guess her actions. “Stay focused, Alex. If you go back now, they’ll just put you in jail,” she reminds herself. I hope Cash is still alive. Please don’t let him be dead. Shoot! The cops must be searching every inch of the city for me. I need to find a bus station and get out of town. While walking around in a frantic state of mind, she looks down and realizes her sweater is covered in blood. She quickly takes it off and shoves it in the nearest dumpster, thankful that she’s wearing a thermal underneath.
I just need to keep moving and no one will notice anything suspicious. As she’s rushing down the street, she spots a young woman getting out of her car and walking into a convenience store. Alexandria hesitantly takes the opportunity. She can’t think about the fact that this is wrong and that she’s never stolen a thing in her life. She peeks into the car window, hoping to find something to wear, when she sees a decent-looking jacket in the back seat. With shaky hands, she opens the door, grabs the jacket, and swiftly walks down the sidewalk. She glances back to see if anyone saw her, but she’s in the clear. The woman’s expensive high heels and beautiful suit tell Alexandria she has plenty of money to spare and probably won’t miss it. At least that’s what she’s telling herself as she shamefully puts it on.
“Excuse me, miss!” a man shouts. She can hear him running towards her but she continues to walk without acknowledging him. “Ma’am! Are you all right?”
Dammit! He’s going to cause a scene. Why can’t he just leave me alone?