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I sat with my eyes closed, taking in the sun rays. I was sitting on the rocks at Coney Island Beach. It was August, still warm for New York. It was these days that made me happy. I loved the cold, I did. But, it was nice to feel the sun on my skin and not have layers of clothes on. However, I was the only one here. The beach was being shut down for the week, because they were making some changes. If you ask me that's bullshit. I think they did this to torture us, I mean why couldn't they do it in the winter. So, wanting to go to the beach, I sneaked in. I was in a secluded spot, no one would see me. Sure, I could of just sat on my stoop and took in the sun, but I like going to the beach. Something about the waves crashing, the smell of salt, the sand between my feet, something about all of that calls out to me.
I heard some noise, figuring that I risked enough, I got off the rocks and began walking back from where I came in from. But, before I made it there I turned around to have one last look. However, what I saw wasn't just the sun setting, wasn't just the water. As I looked up on the pier, I saw a group of men, about five and one of them was holding a gun to another's head. I stood shocked, frozen, I couldn't move. I was even more shocked when the gun went off, and the man went limp. The shock wore off once they threw the man over the pier, and he landed in the water. That's when I screamed, I don't know why I screamed, I knew better too. I knew that screaming would cause me to be noticed, but my body betrayed me. The four men turned to me. They started yelling, and making there way towards me. That's when I snapped out of whatever I was in. I ran, ran for my life. You see in Brooklyn, organized crime, the mafia, still very much exist, and you don't want to be caught seeing someone killed. You don't want to know anything, if you do, you're in big trouble. I would never rat anyone out, it's just how I and many others from the neighborhood was raised, but no one knows for sure I wouldn't speak. I just ran and ran, not looking back. I didn't notice that someone was coming from my side. Someone trapped me in the ally I was just passing. I felt the muscles of arms enclose me, not letting me escape. I started punching this figure, trying to be let go. I know I wasn't hurting him, I wasn't even punching hard, barely any. I just was hoping it would distract him, but I saw it wasn't. I was scared to open my eyes.
"Please, I didn't see anything, I promise" Deny, deny, deny. That's what I would do. Hopefully, me being a woman had some effect. Most connected people have a rule, no hurting women or children. But, when someone sees something, sometimes there is no choice. This was one of those times, and I would deny what I saw in hope that I would be let go.
"Oh, you didn't? Then, why were you running?" That voice, it was so sexy. The sexiness voice I ever heard. You would think at a time like this, that would be the last thing I was thinking about. I wanted to open my eyes so bad, but I wouldn't. I was so scared.
"Because, I was trespassing?" I didn't mean for it to sound like a question, but it did.
"Uh huh. So how do you know there was something to see?" Fuck. He got me.
"Uh…. Well.. Funny story-"
"Are you going to open your eyes?"
"No, cause if I don't see you, I don't know who you are. See? Everything's fixed. Can I please go now?"
"Yo, boss. What's she rambling on about?" I heard deep voice with a deep Brooklyn accent. Shit, all four men are here. I'm dead.
"Well, you see. She says she didn't see anything, and she won't open her eyes, so she won't know who I- We, are. But my question to her is, if she didn't see anything, how does she know there was something to see?" He was playing with me. I could hear the amusement in his voice. I felt uneasy. This was bad.
"Look, please, let me go. I'm not going to say anything." I begged.
"Open your eyes Bumblebee." Huh?
"Bumblebee?" I kept my eyes shut.
"Yes, Bumblebee. Your punches felt like little stings. Like a bumblebee."
"I wasn't even punching hard. I was just trying to distract you, so I could run."
"Huh. Well anyways, bumblebee, open your eyes."
"NO! I know how this works. I'm from around here you know. Please I swear, I don't know who you are and I won't say a word." Oh please, please, please let me go.
"I believe you. Open your eyes"
"Why. Then I'll know who you are."
"She has a point boss." Another voice came. Yep, I'm screwed,
"I know she's not gonna talk. I want her to see me though. Come on bumblebee open your eyes" I just stood there, determined. That's when I felt his hand snake under my tank top. My eyes flew open in surprise, and my eyes met the most beautiful and dangerous green eyes I have ever saw.
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