The morning cold is strong, my bare feet feel it the most, the aroma of the drink still lingers on the breath of my savior, mixed with that of the dirty blanket we are both covered with.
We haven't moved from that place. It was very dirty and yet cozy, for some reason that I don't try to debate, it gives me a calm I hadn't felt.
This homeless woman took me by surprise. She saved my life!
The sensation I felt when she covered me with that dirty and frayed blanket, the hat on my head, it was almost the same sensation I felt when I woke up and realized I had been kidnapped. Inevitably, I felt the same fear run through my entire being.
I remember perfectly that I was sitting in the garden drinking coffee with chocolate cake that I had prepared myself, the one I love so much. I couldn't finish my hot drink.
"My baby. How will he be?"
"Do you have a baby?" The woman woke up when she heard what I said, or perhaps because of my sobs.
"Yes! I don't know how or where he is!" I replied between tears.
"Hello, I'm Loretta Collins. I also have two children; their father took them away from me."
With this information, my savior began to cry very hard, like this, she continued.
"I know that feeling of anguish of not knowing if your children are okay."
Instinctively, she stroked my hair, pulled the blanket more and hugged me very tightly.
We cried together, I leaned on her arms, her warmth reached my body that was beginning to tremble.
"The one who was my husband was so cruel, without further ado he took them away and took them with his lover to raise them as their own."
From her sweater pocket she took out the bottle of liquor (with one hand she uncorked it and drank).
"They are twins, a boy and a girl, Estefan and Estefany are equally as beautiful as their father. Thank goodness they didn't inherit his bad heart.
He threw me to this place like waste, closed the doors to a possible way out, a job. He accused me of attempted murder of his lover, now I am a fugitive; well, I was, my crime has already prescribed. In many years I couldn't see them even from afar. When they grew up, my girl found out the truth and they looked for me."
With a smile, she was lost for a moment in her thoughts, in silence.
In her eyes I managed to capture a mixture of feelings, sadness, anguish, fear, with a beautiful blue.
"Why are you still here? Sorry. I shouldn't have asked!"
"Don't worry, you'll know. And you. Why are you here? Do you want to tell me?"
I remained silent, Mrs. Loretta got up, pulled a trash can, dragging the metal cube that squeaked against the floor, brought it closer to where we were lying, filled it with cardboard, plastics that were on the floor and lit it,
Immediately, it warmed us.
She walked a few meters away and returned with another blanket just as dirty and worn, but warm.
We sat near the fire, she stretched out her hands, brought them closer to it, rubbing them a little.
"It's really cold!"
A grrr escaped her.
I didn't know how or what, but I decided to tell her.
"You see!"
I started a company with my husband with whom I ran away, moving away from my father, in a short time we consolidated ourselves as the best in the field. After 3 years I got pregnant and gave birth to a very beautiful boy.
"Wait a moment," she interrupted. "What's your name?"
"Sorry, I'm Chloe Steel, it's a pleasure."
I extended my hand, she received it, squeezed my hand with her other hand and smiled at me.
I realized that her hands were very soft.
Dawn was breaking, the first rays of the sun peeked out between the rooftops of those old houses, in an exotic dance of beautiful serpentine colors and the smoke of the garbage.
"Continue please, how rude of me."
A hiccup escaped her and we both laughed.
"Actually everything was perfect, I could say how wonderful, honey on flakes, until that day my dear cousin Grace, daughter of my father's older brother, "the perfect one," always compared me to her, was presented.
"Grace is very intelligent."
"Grace knows how to behave."
"Grace has an excellent job, she is the CEO of the most important bank in Blue City." You should be like her, Chloe. "Grace has a lot of style."
"Grace, Grace, Grace" was the same old song when we were together as if it were breakfast, lunch and dinner.
"And what did your mother say. Didn't she defend you?"
"My mother passed away when I was very young."
"Oh! I'm so sorry Chloe."
"Don't worry, that happened a long time ago, but I confess that I still miss her. I need her!"
I heard a new drink to her bottle and turned to look at her.
I watched her carefully, she is very pretty that blue color of her eyes, her personality, it is not like that of a homeless person.
I shook my head, continued my story while bringing my hands closer, rubbing them while still watching the fire.
"It bothered me a lot and at some point I felt inferior. She is a year older than me, we share a birthday. You will know, "you should celebrate with Grace," I tried to make my father's hoarse voice and we laugh again.
"Well, well." I added with a sigh. Since I entered university, a little more mature, I dedicated myself to studying and obtained better results than the "perfect" Grace.
This time I made a squeaky voice.
"You're rambling little one." Loretta added imitating my tone of voice and we laughed.
"That's right. I didn't know it until the day I was kidnapped I put two and two together.
Grace arrived one day arguing that her fiance had cheated on her, she traveled to Golden City to escape the gossip according to her."
Grace Steel.
"And then?"
Her voice was soft and delicate.
Looking more deeply I realize her upright posture, with elegant bearing, even under those old and dirty rags.
I smiled at her sincerely.
"I opened the doors of my home for her to spend a few days. Now that I think about it, they also had a mansion here. She began to visit us at the company according to,"She made quotes with her fingers"Provided some suggestions to optimize processes, Later her visits were more continuous and longer in my home."
I sigh, raising my gaze to then look at the fire again.
Loretta returned to taking from her bottle.
"She was carrying my baby, looking for the opportunity to enter my room when we were going to sleep and in the office if we had an important meeting."
"Fool! You should have kicked her out from the first time she bothered you."
She shouts while throwing more cardboard into the fire, stirring up the flames, starting a dance of shadows and lights that were reflected on her face.
"I know!" I sigh heavily. One day while drinking a hot drink with dessert while rocking my baby in the stroller, I lost consciousness.
I begin to cry intermittently because of the feeling, but I continue, determined to share this feeling that burns inside me. My irregular voice.
Her savior didn't even dare to blink or she would miss any detail.
"I woke up tied hand and foot without my son in a dirty and dark place full of rats. They fed me once a day, I did my needs there."
I calmed down a bit and stopped crying.
"By the way. What day is today?"
"September 20th."
She replies looking directly into my eyes expectantly.
I cover my mouth with both hands and whisper.
"I've been locked up for a month!"
"Well, well, and then?"
"I pulled, cried and kicked. I found a small metal bar between the wall where I was tied and scratched with my shackle until I could free myself, first one hand, the other and the feet. I left them superimposed and I was releasing myself, I could pass through the place, I knew that they only visited me once a day and at the same time, more or less I tried to calculate. I shrug. The guy who was guarding me was drunk the day they ordered him to kill me, he informed me when he tried to release me from my shackles.
I released myself, he was so drunk, he didn't even realize, I hid one of my shackles with a chain under my dress.
He pulled me up and when we got here I hit him on the head, I don't know if he died or what happened to him, I just ran out. The bad thing is that I didn't realize that the personal guards of my husband, the idiot Joseph, were coming behind."
Mm m my savior whispered.
"And so? Your husband is the cause of your situation."
She added with obvious anger.
"Haha I forgot to tell you, the drunk idiot who brought me here told me in a mocking way that Grace planned everything: to take my husband away from me, to keep my son, he even told me that she had looked for me with the full intention of stealing everything from me."
I lowered my head, cried, cried more strongly and like never before.
Chloe, Chloe don't worry. They can't steal everything from you!
She hits me on the head gently.
"You have yourself, your essence, your ability, your heart, love cannot be stolen. Don't let yourself fall! Come on! It's time for breakfast."
We got up and she led me through the alleys that were beginning to fill with people.
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