Anvita POV
I was Only 17 when I escaped the abusive orphanage. My parents died in a train accident when I was young. My older brother was my only solace before he forgot who I was and left. The orphanages I stayed in were very abusive. They did many illegal things.
Currently, some of the girls and I were travelling on a boat that was going to a country on the American continent.
"Are you sure this country is safe?" one of the girls asked.
"I dunno. This was the only ship that was nearer!" the other girl replied.
The third girl took a deep breath and started telling us about the new country we were going to, and details about that country's mayor and his background which we didn't ask for.
"The current mayor is Mr. William Kingswell, a dangerous man. He has two sons and a daughter. Their mother cheated on their father, and the twins left with their mother because their new father was cooler and fun. Only one person stayed, which is his eldest son!" the third girl finished.
"And who's that?" I asked.
"Adrian Alexander Kingswell!" the third girl said dramatically.
I don't know why, but the name Adrian gave me weird butterflies… and a pull.
"Okay, where did you learn all this?" I asked.
"In the deep and dark corners of the internet, my friend. I used to sneak in a phone," she replied.
"And we are here!" the second girl said.
The ship stopped at a port, and we secretly got down and left quietly.
That night, I sat beside a dumpster, crying. I was hungry and hadn't eaten for many days. While I was curled up in the corner, I saw a tall boy standing in front of me. He might have been 19.
"What happened? Why are you sitting beside a dumpster? Where are your parents?" he asked.
I sniffled. "It's nothing, bhaiya," I said quietly.
"Did you eat food? You look… starved," he said.
"I haven't eaten anything for the past few days. I am hungry," I said.
The boy stood silent and, without another word, left. After a few minutes, he came back with a packet of food.
"What's this?" I asked curiously.
"It's a sandwich. Very good for health!" the boy replied.
I took a bite. It wasn't that bad. Before I could thank him, he handed me some money.
"Take this and find yourself a shelter. A girl can't sit alone on the streets," he said and left the place.
I was stunned. I wanted to know his name, but before I could ask, he had already walked straight ahead.
I don't know what it was, but when he spoke to me, I felt a pull. I took the money and left that place.
Seven years later
Thanks to that stranger's money, I was able to find shelter of my own and buy food. Whoever that man was, I would always be thankful to him…
To be continued…