Mila was paranoid ever since. It had been a few days since that incident. She hasn't left her room ever since. She was only out for lunch that day. But she was still afraid 3 girls would come running around the corner looking for her. She grew over the fact that everyone in her area was out for her. She decided that she would be looking for another place to stay. She felt a bit lonely now that her family was miles and miles and miles away from her. She couldn't do anything but text them at that point.  But she hadn't done that in a while as well.

As she headed for the gate on her way to looking for a new place to stay, she saw the man who patrolled the block standing outside. She wanted to avoid him. Mila softly put her key in and twisted it.she pushed the door slowly open and made her pass him.
"Oh, hey! African girl! I didn't get your name!", to Mila's disappointment, her quest to avoid him has failed. She stood still for a moment, turned around and said "I have to go!", she said running out of the gate.

Mila desperately wanted to get out of there and fast! She noticed all the weird behaviour going on, in that area as it wasn't good behaviour.

A few hours later Mila was in a meeting with the Lady for the room she wanted.
"So how much will this cost me a month?", Mila asked the woman who had been showing her around the area and the room. The woman had also noticed her "odd" accent.
"Uh, that would cost you...", she checked her books "$250 a month", she smiled at Mila. Mila had no facial expression. She wasn't going to give the lady false hope. Mila still had to find a job before she could afford to pay for the room. "Thank you, but first I need to find a job before I could afford all of this!", Mila explained to the lady who's name was now known as Heather, according to her name tag.
"Oh? You're knew around here?", Heather asked
"Is it really that obvious?", Mila sighed. Heather giggled at Mila's miserableness.
"Not really, just your accent!", she laughed as Mila joined her. She suddenly felt a sense of welcome and belong. Heather made her feel like she was one of her kind. She was friendly, curious and sweet.
"I do know about a waitressing job that's up for offering! Are you interested? I mean, it's a good start off for at least the first 2 months", Heather smiled sweetly. She had bright perfect teeth, blonde hair and brown eyes.
"Oh my gosh I'm so desperate!", Mila joked as they both laughed. They became friends ever since.

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Later that night Mila came back from a glorious dinner Heather had invited her to. She searched her bag looking for her keys as she walked towards the gate. She kept looking and didn't notice the curly haired girl leaning against the wall. She lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke. "Where you coming from?", Mila shot her head up from the voice of the woman. Startled, Mila took a huge step back. The woman exhaled again. "What?", Mila asked softly.
"Where do you come from? Don't you understand me? Should I google translate for you?", she raised her voice on Mila standing up from leaning on the wall. Mila stepped back again.
"W-Why do you want to know?"

"Just tell me where you f- come from, it's not rocket science b-!", She shouted. Mila was so scared she took her shoes off waiting for the right time to make a run for it.
"M-my friend's house", Mila stuttered. The woman calmed down.

"You've gotta learn to listen to me!", she looked at Mila "you know, I run this! I run this place!", she raised her voice again "and if you don't listen... you don't belong Ms. Innocent", she said coming up close to Mila.

Mila's heart beat faster and faster. She stepped back every time the woman stepped forward. "Hey! Leave her alone!", a white guy shouted coming around the corner. He looked about the age of Mila (20-21). And had fair skin, he was about tall in length and looked tough and big.

The girl looked at him and folded her arms "Who the hell are you?", she asked him.
"You don't want to know! Now get!", he said making "get" stand out from all other words he said.

The woman tried to act tough but just through her cigarette down, stomped it dead and left.

"Who are you?!", Mila cried. She felt shivers go down her spine.

"Don't worry, you're okay!", the guy tried to move closer to her but Mila moved away.

"That's what they said too, but it wasn't okay!", she cried covering her shoulders with her arms. The guy looked very calm and eager for her to let him comfort her. She cried even harder and dropped herself in his arms. He held her with all the passion. He could see she was scared and fragile. Being treated the way she was, was gruesome. He felt such tenderness for her...

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