I felt someone touch me and immediately gasped.
"Its alrite baby I'm not going to hurt you," I heard a female voice say.
"No we're not. We're here to help you; we're going t take you somewhere safe. You got a name?" a deep male voice asked.
"I……….Lily. My name is Lily."
"I'm John," the male voice said.
"And I'm Angela," the female said.
"You can open your eyes now. It's ok to look. He's gone; for now," John said.
I opened my eyes and saw 2 people looking down on me. The snow was a cold blanket around us and the streetlamp was lighting up the people from behind. The people were around my parents age and had dark skin and dark eyes.
"Lily. Like the flower," the woman said, her mouth and eyes both smiling.
She had crinkles around her eyes when she smiled.
"Yeah I guess," I replied.
"Oh I can already tell you're as beautiful as the flower even after what you've been through."
A tear entered my eye; "that's………….that's what my dad tells me."
"So then I guess you've parents? Or at least a dad," John said.
"Yeah. A dad. He's the one to contact………"
"He dead?" Angela asked.
I looked up at her with confusion; "Wha what?"
"You said contact. And usually with us that means……….." John explained.
"Oh. Oh no. No. he's not. He's alive and probably worried about me."
"He has every right to be Lily, every right."
"I know he does. I know."
I looked around. John, Angela and I were the only ones out.
"Wha……….what time is it? Where we goin?"
"4:20 a.m."
"Oh."
"And we're goin to the church where we stay."
"Stay?!" I asked.
Then, realizing my tone, I said; "I'm sorry. Stay?"
"Yes. You see, Lily……….." Angela said.
"It's our home. Where we live."