Broken and Scarred

Homeless and no where to go, Rose has been on her own for a few years now. The LA streets are what she calls home. Until her life starts to take a ride for the better.


2. A Friend

*Two Days Later-Afternoon*
"Thank you so much," I say to the older lady who just gave me a container of food and money.
"No problem dear. I try and help people like you every day," she smiles. "I hope one day I won't have to see you here."
"Me too."
Then the lady walks off.
"Well, looks like we'll be shopping in two days," I smile. "You'll actually be able to have some nice dog food for a few days. I hope it’s on sale somewhere."
"I could even get another backpack because mine is starting to run out of room. The thrift shop probably has plenty. This week is turning out great."
*The Next Night*
"You prick! I knew you'd use me!" Some girl down the street yells at some guy. "I hate you and am perfectly fine living on the street!"
"She must have been offered something," I say to Nudge. I watch the girl for a little while longer and then see her making her way towards me. "Stay calm Nudge, and hope she'll be nice or pass us by."
After a few minutes the girl is yards from us and actually notices us, "Oh, hey. Sorry for all that yelling."
"It’s fine. Do you want to sit down or something?"
"May I? It’s been a tough week for me."
"Yeah. Pop down right next to me."
"Thanks," she sits down next to me. "The name is Kristy by the way."
"Rose. Um, what made you homeless? Sorry, it’s always a harsh question." I look at the girl. She's wearing cutoff jeans, a shirt with a peace sigh on it, and has her hair in a ponytail. I see she has a small bag that can't be carrying too much. I hope she has a little money and wants to stay with me.
"It’s fine. Well, I haven't had a job in months and was just waiting for my apartment to be taken from me. I've been on the streets one day. That prick I was yelling at said he could help, and then realized it was a rich, stuck-up asshole that only wanted me for my body."
"There's a lot of those out here."
"How long you been on the streets?"
"Two and a half years now, I think."
"Wow. Why?"
"I don't want to talk about it. Maybe one day if we're really good friends I'll tell."
"Looks like I'm not leaving you," she giggles. "Sorry."
"It’s fine."
"Aw, is that your dog?" Kristy smiles.
"Yeah. Her name is Nudge. I found her just a few days ago."
"Well, looks like it'll be us three for a while."
"I'm going shopping tomorrow, and I think it’s going to be fun now."
"We can combine our money and get some good things. Cheap though."
"Yeah. Gosh, one day I hope to not be on the streets."
"I'm with ya there."
*The Next Day-Morning*
"So where to first?" Kristy asks.
"I want to stop by the candy store first, and then the thrift store. Lastly hit up the cheap grocery store," I switch Nudge to my other arm.
"How much money do we have?"
"Close to $150 dollars. But we can't spend it all. Oh, and we can have a nice lunch today."
"Okay. Well lead the way to the candy shop."
We walk for a few minutes before reaching the candy shop. Both of us get a big bag and go to opposite ends of the shop. Ten minutes later, both our bags are full and we check out. It’s still $5 a bag, so we don't spend too much.
"That was awesome," Kristy smiles.
"Yeah. Now it’s on to the thrift shop. You can trade in your little bag for a nice backpack like mine."
"What's wrong with my bag?"
"It’s small. Holds the past, does it not?"
"It does. I like your backpack anyway. So, lead the way, once again, to the thrift shop."
We walk for ten minutes before reaching the thrift shop.
"Okay, don't get too much. If you really like it, get it. If you can live without it, move on. Got it?" I ask.
"Got it," Kristy smiles.
Then we split up. I get a bag with one shoulder strap, two pairs of shorts, three graphic tees, tennis shoes, two Cubs baseball caps, and a few pairs of underwear and bras. Once I'm done shopping for myself, I look around for some things for Nudge. I find a small blanket and a white shirt. Next, I find Kristy with about the same things as me, but she has a backpack.
"Ready to check out?" I ask.
She smiles, "I think so."
So we go to the checkout counter and get everything for $35. I can't believe how much you can get for so little.
"So, onto the grocery store?" Kristy asks.
"And then it'll be time for lunch," I smile. "Today has been a really fun day. I'm glad we met."
"It was definitely meant to be."
*That Night*
At the grocery store we got lots of dog food for Nudge because it was on sale. We also got a good amount of food for ourselves and still have $55 left over. Then we spent some of it for a nice lunch and went down to $45, but that's okay. We won't have to beg as much as before.
"Today was a good day for shopping," I smile as we walk down the street towards a good place to sleep for the night.
"It was. Such great sales everywhere," Kristy says.
"Yeah, I'm so happy."
"Whoa, look at that."
"Holy shit," I mumble. "Why would someone throw out such a nice couch? We are sleeping well tonight."
Kristy and I rush over to the couch and plop down on it. It’s so nice and comfy that I almost fall asleep right then.
"How long will it be here?" Kristy asks.
"It looks new. So a week or so."
"That's awesome."
"Yeah, one of us can stay here at one point of the day while the other begs, and then we can switch," I smile.
"That's a good plan."
"Shush Nudge. There's nothing wrong with this," I pick her up and place her on my lap. "This is going to be home for a few days. I hope you like it."
*A Few Days Later-Afternoon*
I'm sitting on the couch waiting for Kristy to come back so I can go out and beg. It’s actually been quite fun having her around. We talk about the stupid things, and we train Nudge together. We've come to the conclusion that she's around three, and a real good listener.
Bark. Bark. Bark.
I look up and see Kristy with a huge smile on her face. "Hey Kristy!"
"Rose, you'll never believe what I got," she starts taking her backpack off and opening it. Seconds later she's sitting by be and has a bag on her lap.
"Open it up already," I'm on the edge of my seat.
"Alright, alright," she quickly opens the bag and pulls out a gold chain. Or what looks to be gold.
"What? How?"
"I found it. Do you think we could sell it?"
"You can go sell it right now. Everyone in this town knows I'm homeless, so I couldn't sell it. All pawn shop owners know I'm homeless and won't take anything of mine. Go know and get a good deal on it. "
She nods, "I'll be back as soon as we can. Maybe we won't have to beg for a while."
"I hope not. Now go."
She hops up and runs off.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I didn't have anything else to do, so I decided to post this. Hope you liked it! :D
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