"Shit" I whisper to myself, stepping out of yet another puddle. I find a quiet and reasonably dry alleyway to rid my shoes of the dirty water. Once empty I step back onto the path, just in time to get hit to the ground by a great big lump, "Get the fuck off me!" I yell trying to push him off me.
"Woah no need for that language missy!" He replies, in a strong cockney accent, he gets off of me and offers me his hand, I ignore it and push myself up shocker he pushes me into a puddle, my coat and trousers are ruined!
"You so owe me a new coat and jeans." I demand showing him my ripped coat.
"Just wash it." I glare at him, "Oh sorry." He said looking at the ground.
I roll my eyes and turn to walk away, but he grabs my arm and pulls me back to face him, "You ain't gonna sleep out 'ere tonight are ya?"
"It's where I've slept for the last few months" I reply with a shrug "Got nowhere else have I?"
"Guess not, but I do, I mean I live at a care home" He looks at his feet, "If you know what I mean."
"Oh no, I'm not going to another care home! Been to one already that was bad." I cringe back when he reaches for me and slap his hand away "No!"
"Fine, whatever. What's ya name anyways?"
"Elizabeth, yours?" I ask.
"Liam", he replies, his hands stuffed in his pockets, the wind howls around us and thunder strikes a few miles away. "Look, please come back to Elm Tree? Even just for one night?"
"Fine, only for one night." I smile at him then wave my hand in front of me "Lead the way."
