Bridget was walking down an alley, unaware of the man following her. That was until he called out to her. ” Hey! Kid!”
Bridget turned around. ” Yeah?”
” What are you doing out here on your own?”
” What’s it to you?”
” Hey! I’m sorry for asking! I’m Ares by the way!”
” Like the god? Oh! I’m Bridget!”
”Yeah! I guess you could say that!” Ares smiled at the irony. He handed her a wallet with a bit of cash in it. ” Here!”
” No way! I can’t exept this!” She turned to give the wallet back to him but he was gone.
Bridget used the money for food and drink and a couple of nights at a cheap hotel.
‘This is it’ Bridget thought to herself. ‘I am finally getting out of this hell hole!’ Picking up her suitcase, she took one last look at her ‘home’. Silently, she snuck past her mother passed out on the sofa. Bridget swung open the door and ran on to the streets of New York
Bridget hid in the corner of her room trying to hide her tears. Why her? Out of all people, why her? Why was she hit by mother on a daily bases? Why was she so useless? So worthless? Curling up on her floor Bridget cried. Why wasn’t her life important? If only she knew what the fates had instore…….