The bitter nothing's haunting voice played amongst the midnight leaves as the transparent winds sang to the forbidden creatures of the night that prowled like the demons in the dark. Amongst the artificial sounds of the scurrying of the inhabitants in the City and the whistling wind followed a thickening silence once these sounds had subsided. Even mother nature herself seem to hold her bitter breath as one lone figure trudged through the streets littered with drunken mess of ladies and gents dressed not to impress but to arouse the opposite genders.
She wavered close to the walls, out of the way of the stumbling party-goers, a noir rucksack held tightly against her back and the hood of the jacket shielding her face, keeping little to no heat within her trembling cage caused by coldness.
"Sup' sexy, wanna little rough and tumble?". A thick New York accent called to the short female who blankly ignored it and quickened her step in order to distance herself for the party crowd.
"Yo I'm talking you to bitch, get your arse back here". A forceful pull tug reduced her to a crumpled heap on the ground. She tried to get up but found a solid block pressed down, vulgar sucker abusing her neck as she squirmed away from his drunken lips.
"Hey, douchebag get off her!". A relief came as the pressure was taken away and the girl didn't hesitate to wipe the saliva off and focus her eyes on the man who wished to take disgusting advantage of the immigrant, but also other girls where stood, both using their hand to keep the vile beast pinned to the wall as people stared in amusement. One girl had fair skin ,with short black hair and heavy full bangs falling just below her brow, the other was an black-American with silky dark hair falling passed her shoulders. They where both dressed in the arousing clothing she had noted the other women who was out wearing, showing a lot of revealing radiant skin.
"You okay girl?", The shorter one of the two asked, she looked and talked like one of the R&B dancer off a music video the female victim watched occasionally, "What's your name? I'm Britt, Brittany Thompson".
"Becca, Rebecca Thompson". Her saviour smirked at the ironic same surnames, and offered a hand up which Rebecca took without any hesitation and found when stood she was the shortest one there, not only between the two girls but the spectators.
'Offt!' A gasp of pain and crowd reactions caused the two to look over to the other girl who caressed her fist and circled her shoulder, a result they presumed from one hard punch. The hint a cowering man holding his stomach and gasping for breath.
"Nice one Mal" Britt cheered, encouraging Rebecca to follow. Both girls put their arms around Rebecca's shoulder encouraging her to walk from the scene casually, Britt taking the moment to get her chance at a quick jab in the stomach with the toe of her dazzling 5 inch silver heel. "Jackass".
"You have a place to stay?". The girl, who Rebecca had discovered was called 'Mal' from the shouting of Brittany asked, however before Becca could answer 'hotel' Mallory finished with suggesting, no there was no 'yes and no answer'. She had to stay at their flat.
Welcome to America…what have I got myself into?….