The two had known eachother for years, they were inseparable. Childhood friends through and through. Their friendship stemmed from bullying. The girl was bullied heavily when she was 15 for not having any tattoo's. Her school was in a rough area of the city where tattoo's were what separated the rich, posh part of the society from the working class, rougher parts. The working class didn't like the rich, posh members of their society as they were born into wealth that had been given to them by previous generations. The working class despised the fact that they worked hard and had to be careful with their spending habbits whilst the rich frivolously spent their money on useless items, they'd water their grass with bottled water and buy food just to eat a small bite before throwing it away. Basically anything they could do to show off their money.
She was never like that. She may have come from a rich family, but in her heart. She was one of the middle class. She never wasted anything that could be used, she even prefered drinking water out of a tap over buying a bottle of water, something unheard of when it came to the rich. But even though she was as middle class as any others at her school, she was bullied and beaten because of who her parents were.
==== Flashback ====
As she sat and cried at the gates to her school a tall, wide man stops in front of her and squats down.
"Are you okay?" The man asks in a deep voice.
"Please don't hurt me." The girl squeaks.
"I'm not here to hurt you, in fact, quite the opposite. I want to see what's wrong and if I can help." The man explains.
The girls sniffles and wipes the tears from her cheeks.
"I get bullied... I get bullied a lot." The girl whimpers.
"That's odd, most of the people here are a tight-knit group." The man mumbles to himself.
"They bully me because my parents are rich." The girl cries into her hands.
"Ah, the whole 'war' thing. You wanna just skip school? I know this great place where we can sit down and relax and another place where we can get some lunch later." The man says with a smile.
"That's a bit weird to say to someone. You don't even know me, for all I know you could be a paedophile." The girl sniffles as she rubs at her eyes.
"Two problems with that. First problem is that if I wanted to have sex with you I'd just say, I'm pretty straightforward about stuff like that and second, I go to this school..." The man points out.
"I'm still not 100% on this but it's not like I care anymore, I've lost any will to live, not like it could get any worse." The girl sighs sadly.
The man offers his hand to the girl, which she takes and pulls herself up with.
"My names Kieran, nice to meet you." The man says as she shakes her hand.
"My names Anita." She mumbles as she lets go of his hand.
"Right. So food or do you want to relax?" The man asks with a smile.
==== End of Flashback ====
"I feel sorry for those guys, they picked the wrong girl to shout racism at." Anita giggles.
"I've never seen a guy get kicked in the nuts so hard." Kieran laughs.
The pair exchange chatter and jokes as they walk down the street to their destination. The houses start to look more rough and dirtier as they pass into the middle class area of town. Anita grabs onto Kieran's hand and gently squeezes it.
"You've got nothing to fear, I'm here to keep the trash away from you." Kieran says with a smile as he squeezes Anita's hand back.
"Y-Yeah, I know. I just can't help but be reminded of the past whenever we come here." Anita sighs sadly.
"There isn't a rewind or pause in life, only a play, so forget about the past and keep on going." Kieran says with a smirk.
"True I guess, although you could've had a better comparison with the passage of time and real life." Anita giggles.
"I didn't think it was that bad." Kieran chuckles.
"Looks like you took a wrong turn there rich bitch, this place is for the working class not the entitled rich pieces of shit!" A man shouts from his car as he throws a bottle filled with urine at the woman.
Kieran catches the bottle before it can hit her and throws it back, breaking the window of the passenger who threw it and hitting the driver in the face, causing them to come to a grinding stop.
"You piece of shit! You're working class and you're hanging out with some rich trash? Fuck you, we're going to kick your ass then show your little money loving friend what a couple of middies can do." The passenger of the car shouts as he steps out of the car.
The driver then steps out and rubs his cheek where the bottle hit him.
"I've had rich white girl before but never rich black girl." The driver says as he licks his lips.
"Try it and there's gonna be two less dicks around here." Kieran growls through a grin.
The passenger pulls out a flip-knife from his pocket and the driver pulls out a 4ft long pipe from the backseat of his car.
"I feel sorry for you guys, you're gonna bring weapons into this and still lose." Anita says with a giggle.
"What do you mean lose? Your boyfriend here is about to be killed and you're still being gobby? Don't worry, I'll fill that mouth so you won't be able to talk like that to us again." The passenger says with a grin.
Kieran then charges the passenger with the knife and delivers a punch so hard that his cheek physically crumples inwards, the passenger falls to the floor, unconcious and drooling saliva and blood.
"Two problems with what you just said. One, I'm not her boyfriend and two, you're knocked the fuck out. Hard to rape someone when you're too busy dreaming about your face not being broken." Kieran says as he taps the knocked out passengers forehead.
"Shit, whatever, I'll have to knock the babe out so we can use her later. But for now I'm gonna spear your head on this pipe you freak." The driver says as he holds the pipe like a spear and charges Kieran.
Kieran grabs the pipe and rips it out of the drivers hands, causing the driver to fall onto his face. Kieran then holds the pipe like a baseball bat and waits for the driver to get to his knees.
"Batter up!" Kieran shouts as the driver gets to his knees.
Kieran then swings the bat and smacks the driver in the face with it, with enough force to cause the drivers legs knees to leave the ground and his head to hit the ground with a sickening thud.
"Threaten and try to kill me all you want, but you don't ever threaten to hurt her." Kieran growls.
Kieran then stands up and drops the pipe onto the drivers head before turning to Anita.
"You ready to continue?" Kieran asks.
"Yeah. I fancy some ice-cream, how about you?" Anita asks in return.
"I could go for some of that." Kieran answers with a nod.
As the pair set off for the nearest ice-cream show a loud bang can be heard from behind them both. Anita immediately turns towards the source of the noise and see the driver with a smoking gun in his hand and a grin spread across his face.
"You're fucking crazy! You could've killed one of us!" Anita shouts.
"Could've? Lady, I didn't miss." The driver coughs out.
Anita's eyes widen and she turns towards Kieran. Kieran turns towards her with his hand held to his chest.
"No... Please, no... Kieran..." Anita whimpers as tears fill her eyes.
"I'm not dead yet Anita." Kieran coughs out as blood trickles from his lips down to his beard.
Kieran then turns towards the driver with the gun and stumbles towards him.
"I'm not dead yet... I won't die until I take you with me..." Kieran gurgles.
The driver then pulls the trigger again only for a click to ring out from the gun.
"Fuck." The driver sighs.
Kieran steps up to the driver and picks the pipe up off of the ground and stabs it through the drivers head, like a flagpole. Killing the driver instantly.
"Anita..." Kieran groans.
Anita then runs to Kieran and slams her lips against his. The pairs lips are pressed together for 20 seconds before they seperate.
"Don't leave me Kieran, I never even got to confess to you yet. DON'T! YOU! FUCKING! LEAVE! ME!" Anita screams at Kieran.
Kieran starts to choke on the blood filling his mouth.
"No... NO! Kieran! Please, don't leave yet! I had it all planned out! We'd be friends, we'd be together for another year. Then I'd confess to you and you'd accept. We'd have two kids... TWO! Little Janeh and, and michael... Please Kieran, do it for Janeh and Michael... Please..." Anita cries as she grabs Kierans hand and holds it up to her cheek.
"I..." Kieran mumbles before falling to the ground and landing with a thud.
"No..." Anita whimpers.