Wrun's Resolve

“My friend, please help me.”

“What do you want?”

“You can see my bag? It is heavy, but I cannot put it down. I am afraid they will take it from me.”

Patrice looked at the woman standing in front of him. A small bag was slung over her shoulder, and she held a smaller messenger bag in her hand. He sighed inwardly and looked to his left and right. The street was quiet and empty, save for the two of them. The wind blew strands of the woman’s hair into her face, and she impatiently pushed them away with her free hand. She was tall and thin, with an angular face and a strong chin. Her eyes were bright blue, and tears welled up in them as she looked at him imploringly. She was beautiful in a way that made Patrice’s stomach twist in discomfort. He found himself angry at how this stranger could make him feel so uncomfortable without even saying anything to him. He quickly pushed the feeling aside; he had better things to be doing than get all worked up over a stupid bitch who couldn’t even speak French right.

“Do you want help or not?” Patrice snapped. ‘Shit, don't call her a bitch', he thought to himself while trying to keep his anger out of his voice. The woman nodded eagerly, gesturing towards her bag again and looking at Patrice imploringly again. 'Why is she looking at me like that?' he wondered as he took a few steps closer towards her and grabbed her bag with one hand and the messenger bag with the other. “I’ll take these for now, let's go to my place, we'll have some coffee there, okay?” He started walking away from the bus station where they had met towards his apartment building nearby. The woman followed close behind him at first, then slowed down and fell back until she was barely walking beside him instead of following just behind him anymore. Patrice stopped walking and turned around to look at her angrily “Hey! I said we're going to my place! You don't want any coffee? Fine by me, but don't tell me what to do! You need someone to help you anyway! You can't even speak French! What are you even doing here?! And why did you ask me?! I'm not your guide, I'm sure you can ask someone else! What's wrong with you women anyway?! Always expecting men to do everything for you! Just like your mommy raised you, huh?! Don't tell me that all the shit they say about you refugees is true...”

The woman was staring at him with wide eyes when he had first turned around, but a slight smile had started to form on her face when he began ranting about refugee women 'Unbelievable', he thought as his anger boiled up inside him even more 'How dare she laugh at ME?!'. With one quick movement he took a step forward towards the woman and shoved her hard against the wall next to them causing the bags in his hands to fall from his grasp onto their feet "Shut up!"  he yelled "Haven't I told you already?! This is none of your business! You should leave before they deport you!"  He bent down and picked up both bags before turning around again while trying to walk away fast enough so that no one would see them together anymore "Go home!" he screamed over his shoulder while continuing walking away without looking back "And stop bothering me!"

Wrun could not believe what had just happened to her 'I just wanted some help carrying my bags!' she thought as rage rose up inside of her 'I didn't ask for anything else!'  She clenched her fists tight enough that her nails dug into her palms drawing blood; if only she hadn't given those vicious dogs time so freely when she was back in Chebabia... She looked around herself; there was no one else on the street except for Patrice who had turned around again halfway down the block already walking away from her "Hey!" She called after his retreating figure "Wait!" He did not seem to hear her though because he kept walking faster instead of slowing down or turning around "Hey asshole!"  she shouted louder then kicked with all of her strength against one of the trash bins next to her hard enough that it flew into the air before landing loudly against another bin further down the sidewalk scattering garbage everywhere; several people walking by suddenly stopped dead in their tracks looking at Wrun suspiciously before hurriedly moving on again when they saw it was only an African refugee yelling at nothing 'Better move along before something bad happens.' Wrun noticed them too late though; instead of running away like everyone else had done earlier she stood still staring angrily after Patrice as she heard more footsteps approaching behind her quickly getting louder until finally a police officer approached grabbing tightly onto Wrun's arm forcing her spin around towards him "Whoa there young lady..." he said sternly taking a step closer towards Wrun who flinched backwards pulling against his grasp in fear "...what's going on here?"  Wrun shook violently as she tried freeing herself from his grip while looking wildly between the policeman who was still holding onto one arm while reaching into his pocket with his other hand for handcuffs "Please let go of me." She begged quietly trying unsuccessfully pushing herself further backwards past the policeman's shoulder while also trying ducking down so that he would not be able to handcuff her while still clutching tightly onto his arm "Please don't arrest me."  The policeman finally placed one handcuff over Wrun's wrist while twisting it painfully behind Wrun's back making Wrun gasp loudly before complying by holding out both hands firmly behind Wrun's back so that he could cuff both wrists together tightly "...someone seems awfully scared." He said softly into Wrun's ear making goosebumps rise on Wrun's arms despite being outside in the afternoon sun "...do you know why I'm here?" Wrun shuddered silently nodding slowly "Then perhaps you can explain why this nice young man over here called us because there is apparently an African refugee causing trouble in front of this bus stop." He finished pointing behind himself where Patrice stood glowering angrily at Wrun who closed her eyes defeated as tears began streaming down her cheeks; it seemed like she would spend many years locked up in an asylum now ...