It was a dark and raining night in the city. The alleys were empty, for the homeless took shelter elsewhere.
"That's good," thought a 16 year old teen that was heading there.
The teen's name was Ella smark, and she was a beatiful heavy girl with short black hair and bluish green eyes. Ella was wearing a coral lavender zipper up half top and dark violet skirt with a heavily drenched dark navy windbreaker coat. She was a very depressed teen with [what she believes] a very screwed up life that cannot be redeemed. On this night she planned to take her own life. How you ask? With her dad's family heirloom .38 revolver. She has never fired a gun before. But to her it seemed better than jumping off a bridge or through a window.
Ella pulled out the revolver and pulled back the hammer. She was very frightened but felt there was no alternative. She held the gun to her head. As she did, flashes of her life passed through her in milliseconds. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell down her cheeks. She closed her eyes. Ready to pull the trigger.
Unbeknownst to her, a tall mysterious stranger wearing a fedora and trench coat and with an umbrella was following her. The stranger wondered what a young girl was doing at this hour in the rain.
The stranger saw what she was about to do and folded up the umbrella and smacked her on the head but probably a little too hard. The girl fell down.
The stranger pulled off the fedora revealing a Indian American in his mid 40s with black hair, goatee, and blue violet eyes. The man's name is Rohan Kamdar. He put the umbrella inside his coat and picked up the girl and took her to his suv. He planned to take her to his home and care for her.
He laid her in the back seat and then drove off out of the city, past the suburbs and into the country...
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On the way his phone went off. It was Rohan's wife, a brunette Caucasian named Hannah.
Rohan answered the phone
"Hi honey!"
"Hey hubby, where are you?"
"On my way home. Sorry I didn't get back sooner. Something happened. I just prevented a girl from committing suicide."
"Oh my god."
"Please don't say that."
"Sorry. Are you alright? Is she alright?"
"Yes. I actually knocked her out and I'm taking her to our home so I can talk to her. Could you prepare a bed for her in our spare bedroom?"
"Of course. Are you sure about taking her into our home? Especially since she tried to kill herself?"
"No. But I need to talk to her. She needs someone to talk to."
"I understand. How soon can you be home?"
"In fifteen minutes."
"Ok see you soon. I love you Rohan."
"I love you too Hannah."
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After 90 minutes of driving through downpours, Rohan pulled up into his yard, a 6 acre yard in the forest with a ranch atrium house on a hill. He took the girl out of his car and into the house. Hannah waited for him inside and greeted him with a kiss.
"How is she?"
"Still knocked out. I hit her a little too hard. Is the guest room ready?"
"Yes it is. Do you need anything?"
"A glass of water please. All I've had today is soda and Gatorade."
"And a glass of milk too? You need to keep your bones strong especially at your age."
"Sounds good."
He brought the girl to the guest room in the back where all the bedrooms were.
The bed which was a light blue, had the sheets pulled back. Rohan laid the girl onto the bed and pulled the sheets over her and blessed her. And he left the room and grabbed his water and milk and drank them and then went to bed with his wife. And prayed to help the girl, who ever she was and what ever ailed her.
He put on his pajamas and then went to bed and fell asleep.
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