A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing Pt.4

I tried to run through the parking lot to reach the street, but the wind had become even more forceful than before and the cold rain stabbed through my jacket. Mid-way to the street, I felt a hard knock on the top of my head. I looked up and a plum sized white ball smashed into my face.

“Mommaayyyy!!”


I yelled cupping my hands onto my face. Another blow to my back, shoulders, neck and everywhere abused my body. I dropped to the ground feeling hopeless and cried. A massive amount of water leaked into my pants, but I didn’t care. I covered the back of my head with my hands and continued to take the abuse the sky offered to me while groaning for my mother.


The ground ran away from me as I floated into the air. I kicked and screamed while digging my nails into the arms that held me up high and strong.


“Owwww, stop it I’m trying to help you! Where’s your mother?”


I looked into Paul’s brown wet face whose hip I was now propped up against. He had a thick yellow umbrella hovered over us. I said nothing.

“You’re going to have to talk to me if you want help! Where is your mother? Is she home?” I still said nothing.

“Goodness gracious,” he said frustrated.He hugged me into his chest and we bounced as he ran.


Paul knocked on the door of my mom’s apartment awaiting a response.