She didn't know why she had come to London. In the past, she used to envy Becky because 'daddy' often took Becky to London. Seeing how much Molly admired her, her mother who was aloof to her, said gently to her, "Molly, mommy will take you to London one day." But, her casual promise never had come true.
Molly smiled, but her eyes filled with tears and she felt terrible. The tears in her eyes shone like glass in the street lamps. Her eyes, with beads of tears, made her look more attractive. It was easy to tell from her eyes how sad she was.
Molly stopped walking suddenly. She looked around at the passing cars and realized that she didn't know where she was right now. She had lost her way.
There was a flash of panic in Molly's eyes. She stood on the busy road like a lost lamb. In the neon light, her face looked paler. She bit her lip softly, feeling even worse than before.
"Can I help you, Miss?"
A drunken man, who looked like he was in his forties, came up to her. Molly turned to look at the man. He had untidy hair and red cheeks. He had a bottle in his hand, and passed a wine-smelling hiccup at Molly.
Molly was so frightened that she backed away and ran from him in a panic.
"Wait! Miss! Wait!" The man faltered towards Molly, "Miss, I'm just trying to help you. Miss!"
"No!"
Molly looked back at him and screamed as she ran. Her feet twisted together, and she lost balance.
Her eyes widened with fear. Just as Molly was about to fall, the man caught her. As she smelled the wine, Molly started crying in a panic before she could even stand still, "Let go of me! Let me go! Get away from me! Ah!"
The drunken man wondered why she was yelling. He restrained Molly from leaving with one hand and waved the bottle with the other, "What's going on, Miss? Are you lost? I've been watching you for some time. You've been looking around. Hic! Where are you going? Did you get separated from your friends or family? Do you need me to call the police for you?"
The man burped as he spoke. He looked as if he was stone drunk, but he spoke logically. He watched Molly struggle against him and suddenly realized why. He said, "Oh! Miss, you misunderstand me. I am not a bad person. I'm just trying to help you."
"Let me go! Let me go!" Molly was too frightened to pay any attention to what he was saying. She was struggling to free herself from the man. The smell of alcohol was making her sick and she felt like vomiting.
A siren sounded in the distance.
And in a moment, a patrol police arrived. He looked at the two noisy people in the street and got out of the car to inquire about the situation. Molly saw the police and thought she was going to be saved. The drunken man was relieved too. He let go of Molly and talked to the officer.
After listening to the man, the police looked at Molly, and tried to comfort her. The officer took both of them to the police station for verification. After a while, Molly found out that she had misunderstood the drunken man.
Molly felt embarrassed and apologized to the man, hoping he wouldn't get angry. The drunken man waved his bottle merrily and told her that he wasn't angry. In the end, the police helped Molly find a hotel.
Molly lay in bed, feeling exhausted. Her eyes hurt so much that she curled up and closed them. She did not know how she was going to live in London, and she did not dare to think about what she was going to do the next day.
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