I couldn't wrap my head around how Mr.Louis turned out to be. It was odd, I thought I could trust him, I thought that maybe he was one of the few who were decent in this indecent world! Yet, he turned out to be the complete opposite.
He tried to make me flee to France. France is quite close to my city. However, that is not an excuse! I am aware that we are in Europe. Nevertheless, if I fled to safety in France, God knows what would have happened! We could have ended up being sold off in the black market! We don't speak the language there, we can hardly manage here, in Italy!
We're outsiders, especially me. I do try my best to act as normal as I can, but I have never experienced the wonders of society! I'm the black sheep. It's not like Bella has experienced the great and wonderous society, she was quite young when her father isolated her from the rest of the small-town world and it has been a while since she stepped back into the puddle.
2
After we halted and struggled our way up that godforsaken steep slope, we had to hitchhike and hope that someone would notice us.
It was quite stupid of two teenagers to put their lives in such risk, as Bella said. Yet it was our only choice! I do think Bella worries too much and chews on her hair even more. However, it was our only choice! It wasn't like a bus was going to pick us up on a highway!
After getting run over about 100 times, a large beige-colored beauty with the longest head and even longer bum stopped.
A lady with large voluminous curls with ginormous rectangular glasses, which tipped on the bridge of her nose, rolled down the windows of her car and eyed us. While the damp clouds were not showing mercy, her gaze showed us lesser mercy than the water bombs raining from the sky.
"Need a ride?"
"Yeah, can you drive us to the nearest bus stop?"
"The nearest bus stop is thirty minutes ahead. However, the last bus is about to drive off. Where are you guys heading?"
"As far as possible from wherever we are!", Answered Bella while shivering from her drenched jacket.
it was quite a shocker that the woman stopped on the highway. I believe it is illegal to stop on the highway, yet, she did not care! She stopped to help and I cannot figure why. I don't trust her, but a stranger is better than ending up in France doing God knows what for Mr. Louis if that is who he says he is. I don't blame his son for leaving, to be frank.
"There is a small cruise, "Canal St. cruising", it is sailing toward Poland. It is a three-day stay and my brother works as a manager on the cruise. I can maybe get you guys a cheap room through him. Nevertheless, we must act quickly because-she looked at the rectangular box-shaped car watch- it leaves in an hour"
"Why are you doing this?", Bella asked stopping me in the midst of my tracks before entering what could be a death-day dooms dungeon.
"I can see the despair and the desperate need to escape in your eyes, child. Get in before I change my mind", she turned her attention on the highway while cars were beeping from behind. It was quite late therefore the highway was quite empty.
3
We sat in the backseat since the front-seat had a suitcase in it. "Are you traveling as well?", I asked. Bella nudged me and gave me her famous death stare which could kill a man 10 kilometers away.
"Don't think you're the only one who needs to flee and run away from their problems". She is one of the few cars on an empty and deserted looking highway at 2.30 pm, it isn't inevitable that she also seeks sanctuary elsewhere. Yet, it still boggles me how lucky we are to be saved from this angel of maybe death or life.
We both became quiet, intertwining our hands unconsciously. I squeezed Bella's hand to comfort her shaky little self. Yet she was shifting her cute little heart-shaped face in every direction possible. She is probably paranoid to the core, poor Bella. I wish that she hadn't gotten dragged into this mess from the beginning.
I have a slight feeling that she does not trust me due to my irrational decision making, and to be frank I don't have the slightest idea of what I am doing either so I don't blame her. I don't know whether this woman will pull over and kill us at any second or if I die from high blood pressure due to an overwhelming wave of stress washing over my thoughts every living second.
4
After a 10 minute drive, we pulled over at a ship loading dock. "Why are we at a loading dock?", Bella asked while looking out the shadowed and quite sketchy looking window for an outsider.
"Here is what you will do. You will sneak in through the loading dock, there you will meet many men which are loading cargo into the ship. You will tell them that you are lost and have lost your ticket and that Andrews Gwenesphere will take care of you there on you will explain to Andrews and hope to god he doesn't throw you out!"
To be continued