Emberly POV
"Miss, well be there in just ten minutes," the bus driver said, directing his gaze on me.
After my flight landed in New York from Los Angeles an hour ago, I kept my body posture straight and nodded while my head rested on the bus window. With luck on my side, I located the bus in a lane road outside of the airport.
Im Emberly Swan, and Im 19 years old. I just arrived in New York an hour ago from Los Angeles; I didnt have any other choice but to come here, so far away from them, who will always haunt my soul, but I really miss Los Angeles, the place where I was born and raised, but I cant go back there now, and I wont be able to go back there in the future either, because some very dark memories of mine are present there.
To be honest, I cant live without spicy cuisine, and my favourite street food has been the only thing on my mind since I arrived in New York.
I dont know anything about my parents; I grew up at my aunts house in Los Angeles, and believe me, it was the worst experience of my life.
She treats me as if Im not human, as if Im a doormat.
Aside from her, Delilah, her daughter, nearly killed me that day by thrashing me.
I examined my hand and stomach, where scars from the past had faded but remained fresh in my mind.
Apart from them, my uncle is the most disgusting man Ive ever met; he constantly insulted me and was almost....../ I tightly clenched my eyes and shook my head.
I dont want to think about them right now, and I dont want to think about them again in the future.
I opened my eyes and gazed at the enormous apartment building where I shall be residing for the foreseeable future!
Get out of there, get out of that hellhole.
These memories are best left buried deep within my heart.
I emerge from the cab with a little bag containing just a few cast-offs and my baggy clothing, as well as my phone and Bluetooth headphones, which were given to me by my cousin brother Asher, who, unlike his family, constantly shields me from them, even hiding food from my aunt as my punishment.
Hes been my only brother from infancy, and Ive had to contact someone for me. Hes the best brother in the world, and hes the one who arranges for me to travel here from Los Angeles away from them because......
I closed my eyes and counted from one to four, one, two, three, four.
Please try to calm me down; I simply cant seem to lose myself again.
What would I do if Asher was not waiting for me back in Los Angeles, where he had arranged for money and a plane ticket for me so that I could be secure away from those terrible people?
My phone rang, and I hurriedly grabbed it up.
I heard my brother Ashers worried voice say, "Did you come there is?"
"Dont worry," I assured him, "Ill be alright here."
"How can I," he said, agony in his voice, "when my sister is there in an unknown area, with Strangers?"
I know he despises my leaving here alone and without help, but we dont have any other choice, and with so much struggle, I just cant give up now.
"How many times do I have to persuade you, bro, that I am, and that I will be alright here?" I asked him.
"Look, Ill send more money to your account in the next two days," he continued, his voice full of optimism. "I almost organised money appropriate for you to rent an apartment there e, just two more days sis, youll be great."
I grinned, knowing that even if God gave me a harsh aunt and uncle, he also gave me a loving, caring brother who would always protect me.
"Dont worry, Asher, Ill take care of it; you dont have to do anything because youve already done so much for me," I said, humiliated that he had to struggle because of my troubles.
"Shut up, sis, dont even talk like this again, I wont tolerate it, youre my little sister, my responsibility, and most importantly, my lovely little sister, how can I not care for you, its my right after all," he said seriously, honestly after leaving Los Angeles, where I spent my entire childhood with some of the most wonderful people.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered the wonderful times we shared and our special brother-sister love.
I hurriedly put the phone on silent, closed my eyes, and sighed deeply. I couldnt cry here; otherwise, hed feel terrible if he heard my sobbing voice.
I returned normalcy to the phone. "Bro, Ill contact you later; I suppose a motel is already here," says the narrator. "And now, dont worry about me; Ill be alright." I persuaded him and hung up the phone.
I got off the bus and looked up to see a hotel in front of me on New Yorks Central Road.
I stepped off the bus and glanced up to see a hotel in front of me on Central Road in New York.
Slowly making my way towards it, I came across someone reading a newspaper on the motels counter.
I discovered a tag for it on his table, so he must be a receptionist.
I approach him and clear my throat to get his attention.
Finally, he raised his eyes to mine.
"I need a place to stay for a week," I said, secretly begging with God to be with me through this trying period in my life.
He nodded as he gazed up at me.
"Miss, may I have your ID card?" he said, and I nodded while pulling my ID card from my backpack.
After completing all of the necessary procedures, he hands me the key to a room; thank goodness the accommodations in this hotel are inexpensive and affordable.
I opened the door to the room, which was fortunately clean and lovely.

Not only that, but it also has a workstation next to the bed.
I swiftly stow my belongings, despite the fact that it is only a little suitcase with plenty of clothing and my backpack.
I promptly booted up my computer and went to Google to look for work that would allow me to live here.
Finally, after two hours of sitting in front of the pc, I found a waitress job in a café, which was a twenty-minute walk from here.
I mentally high-five myself, telling myself that now is the proper moment and that this is a great opportunity to do something nice for myself, yet my eyelids feel drowsy as a result of my exhausted body and mind.
I opted to take a nap in the hopes that tomorrow a new day will bring a new beginning for me.