Love After Marriage Mr Lancaster s Hidden Wife

DIANA  

          The sound of insects and breeze was the only thing I could hear, I'm just coming back from my third part-time job and was f**cking tired but waved it off when I looked at my pay for today. I was thinking of a lot of things I would be needing before my next pay, I walked slowly as a result of fatigue and there was nobody at home who was gonna ask why I came late or early, I took a very quiet part to my house thinking about my life from the past years. My life has been a broken one after the death of my seventh but last foster parents. I could remember the day vividly, I was the one who told them to take me to the beach, and I was the one who made them leave the house that day even when they promised to take me the next day. I was with them in the car and I still wonder why they saved me, I miss them so much and I am hoping they will forgive me for making them lose their lives. They saved me, they made me alive instead of dying with them, and waking up every morning with the guilt isn't easy. Every day I asked myself why I was still alive, why didn't I die with them. why was I saved? 

  I was happy with them, I mean they were the best foster parents I have ever had since I left the orphanage. Since the age of four, I was moved from one foster home to another, if one of my foster parents didn't like me the orphanage would make another one adopt me. I remembered being a rebel in my childhood and I guess that was the reason my six foster parents hated me, but the Jacksons made me feel loved, they loved me like their own child. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a whisper like a low cry but I shook my head maybe it was one of those boys trying to prank me; I was not ready to lose my hard-earned money so I continued walking but stopped when I saw blood trails on the ground. I looked closely to make sure I wasn't hallucinating so I brought my almost broken phone out and followed the trails of blood and I saw an elderly woman on the ground with tarted clothes and covered in blood, I rushed towards her and placed my hand on her neck to find a faint pulse making me breathe in relief.  

          "Hello ma'am" I called touching her lightly and she let out a groan.  

          " Are you Alright ma'am?" I asked which was kinda stupid because I could see she was obviously in pain. What am I gonna do, should I call the cops or take her to the hospital but what if the police find out and I get arrested no, no I can't go to jail I've got dreams to achieve and am almost getting there. A low groan brought me out of my wild thoughts, how on earth am I going to carry her to the roadside?