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Cry for Yesterday

Updated on September 29, 2016

The rain was lashing down, staining the concrete a dark grey that matched the storm clouds that hung above. The wind was howling. A small figure lugging a small suitcase behind her, ran across the pavement stopping at the crossing. Cars whooshed by, splashing her with water spraying her in more water. Fortunately, she was wearing a fairly protective pink coat with navy spotted-pink wellies that caught most of the water. Her name was Becky.
Becky looked up, left and right. Her face soaked with both rain and tears. She had been crying ever since she had left yesterday. Why couldn’t things be the same anymore?
She wanted to shout it out. She was that frustrated and upset.
A car sped past. The crossing was still on red.
Had the button even been pressed? She reached to touch it but another hand punched it first. He was an older boy. The first thing she noticed about him was the geeky glasses that hung from his face. He glanced at her, giving her a half-hearted, buck-tooth smile before looking away. His face was splattered with freckles. He reminded her of someone but the name didn’t spring to mind. On his top was ‘Star Wars’ written in gold yellow that made her cringe. She hated Star Wars. She looked back up at his ugly face. He was still smiling. Becky was unable to muster the strength to smile back. She was still too afraid. Too frightened.
Instead she glanced over her shoulder, half expecting her dad to show up and plead her to stay. Or worse… It sent a shiver up her spine.
To her relief though, the street behind her was empty.
Crossing the road, she’d almost made it halfway when Becky heard the first bark that drifted over the sound of the rain. She immediately froze, suddenly forgetting she was in the middle of the road. She looked around like a frightened rabbit, searching for the source of the sound. She couldn’t see any dogs yet. Panicking, she hurried across the road, then turned left. She carried on down the road, the rain water pouring down her face. It was relentless. But right now it wasn’t her first concern. Leaving was her first priority.
Becky ran as fast her little legs carried her, bolting past the ‘star wars boy’, her wheeled bag catching once causing her to panic even more. She pulled it free after some tugging and almost slipping over onto her bum. That would have been embarrassing. She carried on moving. But there was no sound of dogs. None of her father’s dogs. It helped somewhat to make things better. Somewhat. She still almost stumbled over a few times, and then as she turned another corner, she almost ran into someone.
‘Hey! Watch out!’ The giant man shouted, his voice booming in her ears.
Becky peeled away from him, giving him not a single look.
‘Come back here and apologise!’
Becky didn’t listen. She just kept running. She didn’t even spare him a glance over the shoulder as she left him behind.
Eventually Becky came to the local park, one of the largest local parks. She had many fond memories here. It wouldn’t be that safe for her to hide here. Not for long. If she remembered right, she could cut through it. Then she would be a little further away.
Settling on that, Becky didn’t waste any time making her way through the entrance. She passed a dog walker. The dog snapped at her, barking wildly. Vicious! She whirled away, again on her heels. Her boots splashed through puddles and dirt. But she was running out of breath. She was getting tired very quickly now. She was panting. She was clutching for air. And she had stupidly forgotten to bring any food or water. She had however brought all of her pocket money that she had saved over the last few months. But that wouldn’t do much for her here.
After a few minutes, of rest, Becky was feeling much better. She took in her surroundings. The rain continued to fall, but then the entire sky ignited with lightning, followed by the distant roar of thunder. It made her jump.
‘Where are your parents? Are you out here alone?’ Said a voice.
It took far longer than it should have done for Becky to realise that he was talking to her. It was an older man, with windswept grey hair.
‘I’m—I’m just going to find them, we got separated,’ Becky stammered, trying to think on her feet.
‘Do you want me to help you find them?’ He offered.
‘Urm…no, it’s okay.’ Becky shook her head, taking a step away from him without consciously thinking about it.
‘Are you sure?’ He eyed her suspiciously like some hunter. He had a massive mark that went up and below his left eye that reminded her of Scar from the Lion King. This made him look scary and definitely untrustworthy.
Becky shook her head. ‘I’ll be fine.’
‘How old are you?’
‘Ten!’ She said trying to sound convincing.
‘Still too young to be out here on your own.’ He hissed. ‘Especially in times like these. Don’t your parents care about you?’
Dang it, still got the age wrong. What was it again? Fourteen? Sixteen? ‘W-well I’m okay. Buh-bye!’ Becky said, scooting off.
The man called out to her a few times but once again she didn’t want to look back.
Becky carried on, through the park, encountering no one else along the way. She came towards the river that flowed through it. She couldn’t remember the name of it at the moment. It wasn’t very deep or wide. She could see the bottom of the water, there were some small stones and large broken piece of bark but there was something that was glinting further in the water. Silver? It piqued her curiosity, whatever it was. She dipped her right foot into the water first. Water ran up her boot. Then it topped over the top of the boot. Fortunately, she had a dress on rather than trousers so it wouldn’t drench them more than they already were. The cold water made her shiver but there wasn’t anything she could do about that, as much as she hated soggy socks. Luckily enough she had remembered to pack two extra pairs of socks including her favourite Minnie mouse ones.
Nothing else Becky could do really other than carry on. Which is exactly what she did. Becky kept on moving, her suitcase, slipping behind her a little. She tried lifting it up but it was too heavy. She moaned and dropped it back down, splashing the water. Becky turned, and peered into the water, searching for the silver item. Her eyes spotted it after a few seconds. Walking over to it carefully, she bent down, reaching her hand into the water. The cold water made her hands tingle. She felt the rough texture of rocks down below. She kept going until she felt something metallic in her fingers. Yanking on it, to try and pull it out. But instead of it moving, she fell backward into the water. The cold intensity of the water was so intense that she shrieked. Becky pushed herself upward, trying to stand up and only to fall back down again with a grunt. Laying there for a while, she spent some time moping and crying especially as her suitcase was slick with water. The rain and thunder had passed finally. But she was still shivering cold. She wiped her cheeks.
Eventually though she had to force herself into getting up. Standing and peering into the water, she noticed that the metal thing, was partially lodged underneath a rock. She simply kicked it. The metal thing was released and she pulled it out in a clenched hand. She opened it up and realised it was a silver locket. It was bigger than she imagined. On the front was a cross but either side of the cross were what looked like snakes, with wings. Snakes with wings…
Dragons!
Excited, she popped open the locket. Inside there was a black and white picture of some young boy. And then on the other side, was engraved in writing the words; ‘Always in my heart.’ And there was a date underneath written in tiny writing—so small she couldn’t quite make it out. It was kinda cute in a way. It obviously meant something to someone. How did it get here? Who did it belong too?
Before she could think on it much, a barking sound drew her attention.
The dog noises were growing rapidly louder.
Becky sensed it’s movement before she ever saw it—she snapped her head around over her shoulder, but it was far too late; only turned in time to see a large black shape. It happened so fast that even though she tried to move out the way, it was far too late. The large dog slammed into her sending her sprawling into the water. Her head went under. She felt her lungs burning. Everything seemed to be hazy and distant. The dog that was next to her felt a million miles away, it was still on her. She felt its claws in her back. Worse yet, the desire to find a new home was fading like scars.
Is this what it feels like to die?
Apart of her wanted to get up, and a part of her just wanted to stay here and let the pain end.
Until suddenly, something gripped her by the shoulder and pulled her. Light and air flooded her senses, like a punch to the face. She gasped, and spluttered, staring up at the sky. A dog barked. Then a second dog, responded. Or it could have been. She was still trying to get a hold off herself, as she coughed and coughed, and taking deep breaths. A butterfly flew past her, beautiful red and yellow wings.
I’m alive.
‘You had enough?’ A deep male voice hissed in her ear.
Startled by the sudden voice, she turned her head gently seeing a large figure stood about two steps behind her, dressed with a black overcoat and matching black ankle boots, shirt and jeans. But her eyes went up to the face. A cold, middle-aged male face with narrow eyes. But other features like the nose, were similar in some ways. But his face had shown years of aging, and not aging that well from excess alcohol. It was her father, Ted.
‘You done running?’
Becky tried to speak but it came out as a mixture of gibberish and a final splutter.
‘Anything?’ Ted demanded, growing impatient. He outstretched a hand to one of his dogs, Oscar, that was a Bernese Mountain dog. That was an average dog, kinda nice sometimes, but would bark at the most stupid things.
Becky cleared her throat. ‘W-where’s Maisie?’
Ted glanced to the left for a second, then back at Becky. ‘She’s…fine. She ran away just like you did.’
‘I…I don’t believe you.’ Becky tried to say loud but it came out like a whisper.
‘What did you say?’
‘I don’t believe you.’ Becky shook her head in disgust. She said it loud enough that the other dog, Dusty started trotting towards her but Ted commanded him to stop. Dusty hesitated, looking confused. But Ted made Dusty come back over to his side.
Then Ted turned his attention back to Becky with a shrug of his shoulders in a casual way but his eyes looked terrifying. ‘You can come back with me and find out.’
‘Or what?’ The words came out. She realised she had said them without thinking.
His face twisted into an evil sort of smile. ‘Or you can stay here….’
‘I don’t want to go back with you, you’re a liar. You killed my mum and my sister!’ She screamed, drawing her energy.
Ted turned aggressive then. ‘Bitch. Your mum was an accident, but I never laid my hands on Maisie!’ He started to come forwards. He’d only got a step or two closer before the shouting had drawn the attention of someone else that had been walking. A woman and her dog that was tied to a leash. The woman looked in her twenties or maybe thirties. She was wearing running gear, trainers, leggings, plain white top. She was athletic looking.
‘Are you okay?’ The woman said, approaching slightly hesitantly.
‘Of course we’re fine here.’ Ted answered instantly, probably too quickly.
The woman looked towards Becky.
‘No! He killed my mum!’
The woman blinked, and looked towards Ted.
Two things happened soon after that, Ted started to run towards the woman. But the woman reacted instantly, dropping the dog leash. Ted came at her throwing his hands wildly, but the woman was quick, she sidestepped him to the side. Then threw a kick to his face, sending him flying backwards. He hit the ground with a thump.
‘Run to me!’ The woman said.
Becky didn’t hesitate. She ran with open arms.
The woman picked up the leash and they both started to run up the path with her German shepherd following close behind.
After a while they both came to a stop as they realised Ted wasn’t following.
‘What’s your name? I’m Sally.’ She introduced herself.
‘Becky…’ She sobbed. ‘I don’t have a home any more but thanks for helping me.’
‘I could take you in. My husband and I were looking to adopt a child…’
Tears started to form again. ‘Really?’
‘Yes.’ She said, smiling wide. It was a genuine smile that touched her eyes.
It was then I didn’t have to cry for yesterday anymore. I can look forward to tomorrow.

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