Hi peeps, my name is Fola. I am homeless, poor, hungry, tired and I have a sprained ankle, before I got this sprained ankle I was running away from a mean man that wanted to give me food except for the fact that I would have to sleep with him before I could get that food.(unnghhh) disgusting; I could throw up right now but I don’t have any food in my tommy so I can’t.
Through my escape I ran into a wall, sorry Michael, I ran into Michael, a very rich, tall, handsome dude, that acts weird, the impact of running into him made me fall down, which led to me having a sprained ankle. And get this; he doesn’t get affected by my glares. I mean I have super good glares that could make a grown man cry, and it doesn’t affect him.
Right now I’m at his house, a really fine house for your information, and I am planning to escape because I can bet with whatever food that I finally eat today that Michael Is an assassin. And I am in deep trouble because I cant escape with my sprained ankle, but I have to, because assassins are heartless, and cold, and scary.
And Michael is scary, but I don’t know if he’s cold or heartless, and I don’t want to know so I have to escape. Right at this very moment I am still being carried by Michael which feels good by the way, half of my body bent backwards , looking at his door at the corridor of his house leading to the living room trying to figure out a way to escape wishing I was out of his house far away from him. I know you think I’m stupid, like; why would someone want to leave a house like that, leave someone that is ready to care for her, feed her and do good things for her. Well let me tell you, I love my life, I don’t want to stay in a scary man’s house, a killer’s house, so I would rather leave and stay somewhere else.
I heard voices and realized that I had done it again, the bad habit that I have, which is not paying attention to my surroundings, Michael and the grim looking man were both talking, so I decided to keep my escape plan aside and listen to them.
‘’Sir who is this young woman’’, said the grim looking man.
“Edgar, this is Fola, she will be staying with us for a few days, she has a sprained ankle so I would appreciate it if you told Nancy to prepare a room and a bath for her. She will also need food and clean clothes”.
“Of course sir”, said Edgar still looking grim by the way. Maybe he doesn’t have the ability to smile, maybe he has been cursed to never smile in his entire life ever again. And he looks so sad and dull, hmm or maybe he has never been married and he has no children, no family. Oh my, maybe he feels lonely.
“Sir, what is she thinking about?” Said Edgar, giving me a strange look to accompany his question.
“I don’t know Edgar, she does that a lot. she’s a thinker. Hmm Fola the thinker,I like that”. Said Michael, with his twitching lips. Well that got me out of my thinking zone.
“Yo! Micheal don’t call me that.i am not Fola the thinker I am Fola’’, just Fola
‘’Whatever you say dear’’, said Michael .giving me a full blown smile. Annoying human being.
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I realized our introduction was over, this was because we started to move, the movement caused me some great pain in my leg, I didn’t like it at all. Michael looked at me and apologized,
’’ sorry fola’’, he said, you’ll be in a bed in a minute.
We walked into a room, a huge room with a huge bed, two large windows, with long drapes. The bed had two small tables at the side each having a lamp stand on it. The whole room had a green carpet and the walls were painted off white. It was a really nice room. He placed me on the bed, arranged me properly by placing a pillow underneath my bad leg, and then sat beside my legs looking at me. We both stared at each other silently, neither saying anything, the room was quiet and the mood was ackward. We both jumped a little to the sound of the door been knocked on.
’’ whew’’ thank God for that. A young tall lady walked in, she was really pretty, she wore an apron, a knee length gown, her hair was packed in a ponytail, and she wore pin earrings. No makeup on. But that didn’t matter because she looked pretty without the makeup. Michael turned around to look at her, she looked at him and greeted,
“goodevening Mr. Smith. “
Hmm Mr. Smith so that’s his surname. The way she looked at him made me a bit curious; this is because she looked a bit scared.
“Good evening Ada”, replied Michael, this is Fola, she will be staying with us for a few days, she has a sprained ankle so I’m asking you to please take care of her. She will need your help.”
” Of course sir,” replied Ada. Michael looked at me and said,
“Fola I’ll leave you two alone now, so you can have a bath, change, eat and rest I’ll come and check on you tomorrow morning”. He didn’t wait for me to reply; he just got up, thanked Ada again and left.
We were both looking at the door as it closed behind Michael; I was still looking at the door when Ada decided to speak. And this is what she said.
” What have you done?” Hmmm strange question. I looked at her and answered,
“nothing Ada, I have done nothing.” She wasn’t convinced so she spoke again,
“Fola, this man is not someone you can mess with. If you love yourself just leave right now so you won’t get hurt.” I really didn’t understand what she was saying; I mean all that Michael has done so far is to help me. He hasn’t done anything hurtful towards me. So I asked her,
“Ada why are you saying this, Michel has done nothing but help me, I have been living on the streets for like 8 years now, no home, no food, no friends, do you expect me to run away from the opportunity of having what I haven’t had in years?
‘’8 years? How old are you Fola’’, asked Ada.
‘’I’m 21 years old’’, I replied.
‘’Wow. You look 18’’ said Ada.
“Yea I know.”
“Well ok, since you don’t want to leave lets get to helping you get clean and putting on better clothes”. I gave her a genuine smile,
“thank you Ada, I’ll love that.” She walked into the bath room which was a few feet away from the bed, switched on the lights , walked to the gigantic bath tub, filled it with water, came back to me, helped me to sit up, took off my clothes gave me a towel and supported me by holding my waist, then led me to the bathroom. I felt like I was going into a room filled with so many chocolates that’s how good and happy I felt going into the bathroom to have a bath, it was the best feeling ever.
To be continued
