Pregnant and Homeless✔

Chapter 2

A day and a half-day in New York and I have already got $100. It was the most I've gotten in less than three days. New York was booming. Maybe it was the people passing me so fat, while I sat on a piece of cloth covering the ground. The people were admiring my drawings, as they were beautifully displayed beside me. 

Over the last six months, I've been living on the streets I've had time to perfect my drawing skills. I realize sitting down on the ground, looking at people with desperate eyes was just too much for me as a pregnant teen to deal with. So I brought an art book and started to draw the places around me. When I finished a piece, I'd tear the page out and placed it on the ground.

Sometimes people would pause for a second and smile my way.  Sometimes they would throw me some coins in my cup and continue their journey. Or sometimes people would ignore me and look straighahead acting as if they did not see a homeless pregnant teen. I've learnt how to accept the cruel nature of people as well as their looks and remarks. 

I didn't have much choice, I was out here because I wanted to make my life and my child's better. Everyone I love gave up on me. I wasn't out on these streets because I wanted to be and that's what many people didn't understand.

I looked at the car that was parked a few feets away from me then bent my h2ead to draw what I saw. I did that until I got every shadow and curve looking perfect. I smiled at myself and started to draw the car behind it.

A sudden feeling came over me, and I knew someone was watching me. I could feel the eyes on me, so I lift my head to search for the person who was staring at me. My eyes landed on the same enchanting blue eyes that I made brief contact with yesterday. The handsome stranger was across the street looking me. He was standing there, and it was kind of creepy, so I started to pack up my things and place them back into my duffle bag. I quickly stood from my spot on the ground, grabbing my bag. I ran as fast as I can (which wasn't fast at all with a belly) down the road.

A didn't know who the man was, but he gave me the creeps, just staring me like that. He might work for the police or child services, and I didn't want to be seen by any of those officials. They would take me into their care then take my baby away from me, and I wouldn't allow it.

When I couldn't run any more, I stopped at an alley and took a deep breath. Running wasn't easy for me because of the obvious fact.

I took deep breaths in and out and waited for my body to calm down before I continued my journey.

"Why are you running? I'm not going to hurt you." I lift my head at the voice, and I was met with the same enchanting blue eyes that hunted my dreams last night.

"Who are you?" I trembled as I reach for my pocket knife.

He held his hands up. "I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm here to help."

"Help?" I asked with a frown on my face.

He nodded, "Yes, help. Yesterday you bumped into me and then I saw you again in Time Square sitting on the ground. I want to help."

"Help how? You still haven't told me who you are." I stilling fighting to find the knife in the side of my bag. C'mon. When I don't want you, you're there, and when I need you, I don't know where the hell you are.

"Come have lunch with me, and I'll explain everything."

I looked at him up and down. He didn't seem like the type who would kidnap, rape or steal from anyone but you can't be too certain these days. Criminals can dress up and look nice too.

"I swear on my mother's life I'm not going to hurt you. All I want to do is help."

I sighed and gave in. We were in public after all, what stunt could he possibly pull with hundreds of persons walking around. "Okay, fine but I have a knife in my bag. Try something, and I will cut you."