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Flower of the Night - Episode 4 - A smile in the night

And good evening to you all:) Every time I get to peep from beyond the grave XD Well you guys ... the school year is taking me a lot too ... I think too! But I will not haunt them every time with this story. The only novelty is that a period is a bit 'flat and gray. But I hope is soon! But all in all I'm not complaining! ^ _ ^ After these pleasantries, I leave you with this new episode of Flower of the night because you do not post this story to a lot of time and also because it often forces whipped my darling katheryan to quickly post updates (in fact I am now a bit 'more Felissa was dangerous in the summer). A big kiss to everyone: ***




my mother's funeral was dominated by the absolute simplicity. On the altar there was a basket of daisies, her favorite flower.





"Dear brothers and sisters, we are gathered here today to say goodbye to our sister Alicia," said the priest begins the celebration.
not felt anything of the words the man spoke. It was as if I were watching a silent movie. My mind wandered, traveled over the dreary chapel, over the damn neighborhood over the damn city.





next to me and Jane was a wooden coffin and imagine that in there was my mother gave me no peace. I wanted to open it and shout to wake her up but it was useless. During the celebration, captain of the moments of silence broken only by sobs of Jane. I, however, was crying without making any noise. Not a whimper, not a word ever came out of my mouth during the funeral. Tears streaming down her face even though I tried in every way to push it inside.





Jane was not to see his sister cry. I had to be a source of strength for her and perhaps my tears would make her suffer even more. But I cried and cried. Every now and then threw his eyes up as if I asked someone for help there. Maybe in heaven there was really someone who would help me. At least there, a poor soul would watch over me and my sister.
At the end of the funeral people who filled the chapel came to me to offer their condolences. There were many people there that knew my mother. People who knew how to illuminate with his special aura that had not gone unnoticed. No one has ever hated seriously even when he said it. In one way or another had left a void in all. When people went to hug Jane courses.





We're just me and her now and we had to go out by themselves in one way or another. Once I said "As long as we'll be together nothing can not happen." I was wrong in this. Three days after the funeral to a social worker knocked on my door.
"She's Miss Daniels," he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"I came to take his sister, Jane Daniels."
"Why? What happened? ".
"Your economic situation is quite uncomfortable and was further aggravated by the death of your mother. Jane is still a minor, and according to rules that protect the children she is unable to care for her sister. Do not have a job and without it can not guarantee food or a good education, "she said.
"You can not take her away! He has no idea what we are going through. That child is all that remains for me and I'm all that's left of her. Please ... go away from my house. "
Useless were my prayers and cries Jane. We parted. And I saw my sister go away.





was even worse to see my mother died. I was officially
deeper into the abyss. I had to find a job immediately. I had to regain custody of Jane. I wanted my family again, as it were devastated.





Once again, my searches were in vain and I found myself unemployed longer than before. In addition came the question of rental.
One day he came home I found the lock changed. The owner apparently had tired of my back.





I did not care even things I had in there. Everything that I thought was valuable in my pocket: the series of my mother. Again the tears flowed
abundant and this time not restrained. When I thought it could not get worse than that sank even more.





In despair I turned away from my house, that little run-down house that I had hosted since the early days, he saw joy, tears, sacrifice and strife. Along with the house he went away a piece of me. More courses I could, away from everything and everyone. I did not know where I went, I just wanted to get away.





When the sun began to decline, however, most did not know where I was. My mind was far away from my body and I was able to return to me when I realized that I lost. I was in a way almost completely dark, with no houses or any form of civilization.
"Hey you ... who sent you? This is my area, "cried a girl suddenly angry.
was coming towards me with proud step and sensual.





wore a very short skirt and high heels. When he approached I noticed his face. It was very heavy makeup and her hair surrounding a sweet face.





"Excuse me? What did you say? "I asked fearfully.
"Have you heard right ugly bitch. This is my territory. If you need to be a prostitute valla to do somewhere else. "





was very angry and if I had not explained he would immediately devoured in a flash.
"You'll be pleased to know that I'm not a prostitute. I just lost! "I said.
Initially, the strange girl looked at me sideways. He did not believe my words.





"Believe me .. do not know who happened to you but I'm here by accident. See for hours at a time are black and are looking for a job. No I found no one and taking a moment of despair I ran away until I realized that I lost. "
The girl continued to stare evil.





"Let me see better!" said, straining his eyes to better see my face. "But you cried! You have undone the trick! ".
I spent a finger over the lower lid and watched him: he was black.
"I'm sorry for being so angry with you ... you know the times they run. I'm really sorry ... you have been through a lot. "





"Enough!" I said.
"Anyway, my name is Cristal and you?" Asked me this time using a tone more gentle and polite.
"I'm Amelia, for My friends! "I said.
"You say you are looking for a job right? Maybe I can help. If you have not realized they are a prostitute ... not a nice thing to say, I know ... but I do not have scleta gho ... here. If you want I can get a job where I work in coffee. During the day is an ordinary bar, but at night the back turns into a night club red light. We need a maid for the coffee ... if you are interested you may go. "
"Why do not you work there and leave this life on the streets?".
"We work already ... you know to make ends meet. Unfortunately I did not choose this job. I had a sad fate too. My parents left me on the edge of that bad place and the owner has decided to use first as a kitchen maid and later as a prostitute. I suggest you one thing: do not introduce you in this round. Are you able to enter but then you do not know how to get out, "said Crystal.
"Why would you help me?" I asked.




"You look like a girl who has seen all the colors in this period. Discovered at 9 at the Astor Coffee ... usually there is no one hour. I'll let you know my boss. But I warn you: be careful! Do not be persuaded to take this ugly road. I had not got a choice ... you are. "
"Could you also tell me where I could sleep for the night? I simply provided anything other than a place to pay. "
"Later on this road is an old abandoned house ... but the place is quite spooky as it is always better than sleep outdoors, "he replied.
"That's fine. Thank you Cristal ... see you tomorrow then, "I said.
"Mia?" She said.
"You tell me ...."
"I hope that things will go better from now on ... I do not know exactly what has happened to you but to wander aimlessly so must be something serious!" Cristal said softly.





"Thanks ... I hope the same for you."
I walked away from Crystal and I walked in indicatami direction from her. After I had spent a night in an old dilapidated house was a walk.

Continued ...