Chapter 7. Something New

Vivienne’s POV

Early the next morning, I was woken up by noises of little children screaming and running about outside. I groaned as I slammed my hand on the soft bed I was lying in. My eyes flickered open as I tried to take in where I was and yes I was at Mrs. Smith’s house.

Damn, I cursed as I crawled into a sitting position, my messy red hair fell over my face and I dramatically blew it off my face. My entire body was sore I just wanted to sleep for a little while.

How I found myself at the sweetest lady’s house sleeping on a comfortable soft bed with clean linens that smelled like old people’s homes which had that old rosewood scent with a pinch of some fruits, a patchouli smell mixed with various smells of baking. It smelled like cupcakes. I smiled recalling how the lady drove her old truck to the dark alley.

I didn’t know how she knew where I was but when I asked her. She said she saw me walking down the streets with bags and that’s how she cam