Fated To Three Betrayed By All Until She Rose (Leilani) by Ahvahh novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370: The Good Samaritan.

Leilani.

The men were surprisingly good people.

Shocking right?

Well, that was exactly how I felt when just about ten minutes into the drive, they all burst out singing at the top of their lungs, their voices filling the air in a distorted harmony.

They sang along to all the songs that blasted out of the old speaker and even did remixes of Beyoncé’s and Rihanna’s songs as we drove all the way to the city, and by the time we finally arrived— well I was dropped somewhere around Times-square— it was already midnight.

I alighted from the truck in high spirits with a smile tugging at the corners of my lips that I never knew I could afford at the moment.

The driver with the eye- patch waved at me with a knowing smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he said softly; "Here child, be careful."

I couldn’t remember the last time anyone ever called me that. I couldn’t remember the last time I ever met a soft speaking adult because truth be told, the only adults I’ve really ever encountered were my parents— fake parents— and other people who were as viper-ous as they could come.

His voice brought a kind of warmth spreading through my chest and I nodded. "Thank you for the ride."

"You’re welcome, child."

"I’ll repay you one day."

"You don’t have to." He drawled, and then waved one last time before driving off.

Even seconds after he drove off, I could still hear the loud voices of the other men screaming goodbye at me. Their voices carried well into the night, making the smile on my face linger until it was no longer there.

Until the truck was totally gone...

And I remembered once more that I was all alone. In these busy streets of NYC without a phone, any money or any means of identification.

I was no better than the hobos lurking around the dark alleys. But do you know what distinguished me the most from them?

The fact that I was famished. Insanely famished. As I have not had anything to eat or drink in several hours.

The sky was pitch black by the time I stumbled through the cold streets barefoot, because for some reason, Keisha and her cohorts had decided to strip me down to my feet. I was clad in a simple top and a skirt so sheer, one could easily see through it. And in this weather, clothes like these were a total misfortune.

"I hope she dies from a cold wherever she is!" I hissed as I wrapped my arms around my body while I surged forward, ignoring the sound of thunder rumbling somewhere deep in the clouds.

A few minutes later, I stopped in front of a pay phone but upon the realization that I didn’t have what it takes to make a call— money, I sighed and turned away.

"How the hell do I survive this cold night?" I drawled under my shaky breath. "Where do I even go from here?"

I shuddered when cold air blew against my skin, causing goosebumps to spread across my flesh. My body at this point was weak from starvation and dehydration, and for this reason, even moving felt like such a great sport.

But ignoring the pain and the weakness, I continued to move ahead, and I had just taken a few steps away from the pay phone when suddenly fell to the floor, my knees crashing down against the rough gravel.

I cried out when the skin on my knees broke and blood seeped out. "Ouch!" But my voice only came out as a whisper.

And goddess, that was supposed to be the highest form of misfortune anyone could ever have to endure, right?

That should have been the height of it as I have suffered enough right?

But for some twisted dark reason, it wasn’t. And soon, rain began to drizzle, soaking through my already flimsy clothes.

Feeling dejected, I closed my eyes and let out a dramatic sigh, hoping and praying for this night to come to an end... or for my end—if this is it— to come peacefully.

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