I caught sight of myself in the mirror of the bureau on my way to the front door. Cuts scatter across my forehead, and dried blood cover my face. I looked a total mess. Before leaving, I washed off the evidence of an attack and patted myself dry with tissue.
I exited through the front door and immediately took off left, heading towards the shops – I thought if she’d hit me with a bottle of alcohol, and that alcohol was no longer in the bottle, she might replace it – but, feeling investigative, I looked through every window possible. Nope, not in the launderette. Not in the chip shop either. I mean, why would she be?
I reached the local newsagent and walked in. It was quite a small shop which had a sort of newspaper counter in the middle. I looked down one side, then down the next, but couldn’t see her. I could feel blood trickling down my head from my fresh cuts, so stepped outside. I left looking right, but that was way I came from, so I turned around to continue walking in the original direction. On turning around, me and another person collided. Naturally, I faced him and apologised, and instantly turned around again.
“Hey!” There was a shout from someone on the street. “Hey! Josh?”
Acknowledging the fact somebody might be calling me, I swung my head around to find someone waving madly towards me. It was the bloke I’d crashed into only seconds earlier.
He approached me and offered me his hand. “Mark Robson. I was watching you the other day at Underhill. You were really impressive; I was blown away, in fact. You’re like a young Cristiano Ronaldo.”
Wow. That’s not something I’ve heard before. I don’t have a clue who he is, and I don’t want to feel rude by asking who he is, so I let the conversation flow.
“Urm,” I stuttered. “Thanks, I guess.” I couldn’t say much. He must be quite important if he was watching on Saturday.
“Listen, I’m on my way to a meeting with the Chairman. I’d like you to come with me.”
So now I have a difficult decision to make: follow this stranger to an important meeting, or stay on track to finding my mother.
So I did what everyone else would do in this situation.
I followed the stranger.