The walk was long and tedious. I held thigh onto my brother as we descended the streets. Men were offered fliers and other papers as we walked by. I glanced back to the women who had been hit with the rock. She was kneeling, her face covered in blood. I was scared, but I would not let Amsterdam see it.

I tried to fluff up my pink dress while walking through the dirt. It smelled of fish, oil and smoke. Amsterdam pulled me tight as we walked through the crowed streets. Dust flew in my face making me cough.

" You alright?" Amsterdam spoke with question in his face. His bright eyes met mine and I nodded. I was nervous to speak. My thoughts traveled to Bill. Would he recognize us? Fear swept my body. Would he murder us like our father. I wanted him dead. My brother was strong and smart. He could handle Bill, but could I?

" Flowers for sale! Flowers for a pretty girl! Very cheap! You must buy!" An older man with a dirty coat screamed jumping in front of me. His face was sunk in and smelled of alcohol. I gagged at it. His wrinkled fingers grabbed mine and I screamed. Amsterdam pushed the old man, his eyes filled with hate. " We don't want ye'r flowers! Don't touch her again! I'll gut ya from head to toe!"

The man backed up and put his hands up in the air. His face frozen with fear. Amsterdam frightened me! I know he was protective but he seemed..evil. My brothers eyes looked black. I was use to the sky blue ones!

We continued our way still in shock of what happened. Since we came into the five points we both are becoming different. " Stay here and don't ya move." Amsterdam harshly whispered in my ear. Causing me to want to itch it. I nodded.

Amsterdam entered a brothel it seemed. I didn't dare travel in there. Looking around there were many sights. Many people singing for money or people dancing. I caught an older women gracefully singing and dancing. I smiled and went to walk over. Three men, possibly her sons were playing instruments, some I didn't recognise. I enjoyed watching her lovely red dress and long silver hair flow free among her waist. Soft grey eyes caught mine.

" Come dear! Dance with me!" Her voice was sweet like honey. The happiness she expelled made me join her. We locked arms and danced around. We kicked up dust and laughed with she continued to sing. I felt free, no worries at all. My hair fell in front on my face as I struggled to keep up with her legs!

Clapping was ringing in my ears and the sounded of laughter filled them. I was so dizzy I wonder how she was doing this herself as an older women.

" Ahh!" I felt my legs betray me as I stumbled farther away from her. Her grey eyes locked with mine for a second before I landed into what felt like a wall!

" Are you okay my dear! Too much dance and sing will get you in trouble!" A deep voice said behind me. I noticed arms around my waist. Turning around I came face to face with Bill. He was still holding me as I stood in shock. Eyes wide as the moon, my mouth hung open. I stood in shock.

" You better close your mouth before flies come in." He chuckled softly. Other chuckled behind him, but I did not dare let my eyes leave his cold ones. Bill proceeded to light his bone like finger up to my chin. Gently, he pushed it closed.

" What's your name doll? He grinned. His mustache curled up towards his cheeks.

" Evangeline." I squeaked out. My mouth became dry. Licking my lips I stared back.

I am face to face with the man that murdered my father. What should I do? I wanted to strangle him in front of these people. Embarrass him like he did my father.

My thoughts became clear. Backing away I again stumbled on my pink dress. Ripping it. I felt as if I had two left feet.

" Sorry sir, I didn't mean to run into you." I managed to muzzle out. I lied behind my teeth. I was not sorry, I wish I could have rammed him a little harder! Possibly knocking him over. Hurting him.

" My name is Bill. I'm the butcher here in five points sweetheart! Come see me sometime!" He still continued to laugh and smile at my clumsy footing. I said nothing and contiuned to walk away.

Oh Bill. I'll come see you when the time is right..