i just cried, till I had no tears left. After half an hour of crying, I looked at myself in the mirror. The rims of my eyes were red showing that i had been crying. I needed to get of my self. I promised myself no more tears after mum died, but I how I am meant to behave when a death sentence has been practically been put over my head? I looked over to the baby. He was silent, had he sensed that I was not in the mood to be toyed with. I couldn't leave him here. He was going to escape this, with the help of me. I picked him up and made my way to the high street.
The high street was really just a meeting place for chav's with a couple of fast food restaurants by the side.It was normally full of people chatting or honking each other with their cars. Now it was empty, not a soul in sight. I went in a couple a of cafe` s and stole a couple of cakes in the counters before they went moldy. I scoffed a couple of lemon tarts in my mouth. While I decided what to call the baby, Bill? Walter? Rupert? Not one of the names seemed to fit him. Sam? Mick? Nigel? Jacob was a nice one. But I had already reached my destination before i could think anymore on the subject.
CONNOR`S PLACE the sign read. It was a small shop but inside it was massive like a little shop tardis. It stocked everything from apples to sofas. I made my way to the buggy`s. I had only held him for a while but my arms already ached. I put him a small blue one.
" ahhhh" i said. feeling relief from my arms.
Then i had a little click behind my head. I turned around, afraid to see one of those things staring right back me but instead a man whole large gun pointed to my head.
" Planing to steal are we?" he chuckled at me.
I nodded my head.
" Who do we have here?" He asked
" Erica, and that is Jacob" I said pointing to the baby.