Rescue Me

Lia has lived in the slums of Rio, Brazil all her life and when Lia steals from a shop one night, two boys chase her and pin her to the ground. But what Lia doesn't realise is that this one Irish boy with kind blue eyes will be the one to show her new things and teach her about the world. Maybe even teach her about love.


1. Bracelet


Living in the slums isn't all that bad. I mean, I don't go to school. I never have been. So I don't have to stress about 'homework'. At least I think that's what the rich kids call it. I glance out at the Brazillian mountains that surround my home and wonder about what life would be like if I lived in one of the tower blocks, if I was rich... if I was different.

“Alexia!” My mother calls and I sigh, hopping down from the windowsill.

“Yes?” I ask as I walk in to the living room. Well, it's not really a living room of such. More like a dark room with one small hole as a window, candles to light it at night and three chairs cluster the mud floor.

“I need you to run down to the city for me.” She says, dusting the floor with a collection of twigs that she calls a mop.

“What for?” Excitement bubbles inside of me. I loved the city. Especially at night.

“It's Iva's brithday tomorrow and I want you to buy her one of those charm bracelets from the shop in the city that she asks for all the time.” My mother continues to sweep the floor, her long dark hair clinging to her hot body.

“But, mum! Those bracelets are too expensive!” I exclaim. She stops sweeping and glares at me; telling me to be quiet.

“You know we can't afford that,” I say, lower this time. My mother sighs and runs a hand through her hair, her blue eyes bright and anxious.

“I know, Alexia, but it's important to her.” Her eyes meet mine and she begs me to understand. I sigh deeply and extend my hand out for the money. My mum digs around in the sewn on pockets of her long brown and dirty dress, before dropping Real in to my hand.

I'll be back in an hour,” I grumble, before heading out of the door. I carefully pick my way through the giant cluster of houses that cover the entire sides of the mountains in Rio. The narrow dirt paths that sneak through lead me down and down towards the city until I finally reach the city streets. The darkness is beginning to settle around and I glance up at the stars as I walk along. It takes me a good ten minutes before I finally reach the shop. I step inside, my bare feet leaving mud marks over the posh marble floors. The owner glares at me, his dark eyes following me as I creep around the store innocently. I find the bracelets and gape when I see the price. They've gone up and it's equivalent to a month's worth of money that my mother makes. I bite my lip and push my long dark hair behind my ear. I shift a glance at the shopkeeper, who now has his head buried in a newspaper. 

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