I walked down the street in a sort of daze. It was getting dark out now; probably should have put my hood up. But… I didn't. I didn't do anything but walk…. Walk and think. "You're my daughter. Do you have any idea the target that paints on your back? It's your choice, kiddo; either you succeed me or marry the man who does." Why? My legs began to move faster on their own accord. Why does it have to be this way? I never asked for any of this. I failed to realize that I was full-on running right now. I just ran down the street, aimlessly…. like I was trying to run away from someone… or something.
Oh, god; why me? I can't run a mob. I don't want to… Don't I get a say? Why can't I have a say? It's not fair. Tears started to well up my eyes. It's totally not fair! Don't I get a say? Why does it always have to be this way? Why? I guess I was running so hard that I accidently ran into someone. The impact was so bad that both of us stumbled back in opposite directions. Why me? "Hey!" The burly man spun around to glare at me. Why can't I just be normal? "S-sorry…" My lips spoke on their own; my brain was in a weird place right now. The man glowed at me for a moment before his hollow face lit up.
"Oh shit, I know you." You did? Cause I certainly didn't know you. "You're Ray's girl, aren't you?" And just like that, everything snapped to. I blinked up to see a thug who was likely in a rival gang; I forgot this was their turf. I should have known much better than to come here…. I should have been paying attention. My blood grew cold when he took a step closer. And I didn't have my pepper spray on me! Dammit, Ana! What have you done to yourself just now?!
"Well, lookie who we have here, boys! Got us a treat!" My lips actually parted as two more lackies emerged from behind the corner. Their expressions went from confused to viciously sadistic. "Awe, did the widdle Dollar lose her way home?" "This here's our turf, girly; or did you forget?" "I'm not… I'm not a Dollar," I took a terrified step backwards. I'd been in situations like this before; they never ended well. "Sure, you are; I'd know that pretty face anywhere." "Hope it's still pretty by the time we're done with it," one leered lustfully; I had to resist the urge to vomit.
"G-get away from me," I didn't sound as confident as I wanted. I considered running, but there were three of them and one of me; if they caught me after I tried to escape…. "We're not gonna hurt cha'," the first guy took another step towards me. "Well, we might a little. It depends on how much you squirm," the other tacked on. Ah, screw it; I'd take the risk. I spun around to make a dash for it. Bad move. Within seconds, I found myself being tackled to the ground.
We both landed on the concrete with this thud. The first guy sat on me, pinning me down by the waist. He proceeded to take hold of both my wrists. The sickest, most twisted leer ran across his lips. "Boy, is Ray going to be mad." No… No, I'm so sick of this; I'm so sick of being a pawn, a target in someone else's game. I never wanted this… "G-get off!" I whispered; that was all I could manage at the moment. "Not a chance," he hissed, pinning both my hands roughly on the ground beside my head. No, no; I can't live like this. Getting stabbed, attacked, running for my life… Don't I deserve better? I deserve better- I deserve a life.
With a sudden burst of adrenaline, I began thrashing around as hard as I could. The man on top of me started to struggle, cursing at me annoyed. "Get off of me! Get off!" "Shut up!" "Someone, help! Please! Help me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Someone would hear me; this wasn't a secluded street or alleyway. The other lackies began to look nervous, while their boss grew more determined. He tried desperately to get a hold of me. "You stupid bitch! I'll rip your tongue out!" "Help! Help! I'm being attacked! Help, please!" I think that's the loudest I've ever screamed in my life. If my planned worked and a Dollar found them, they better say their prayers now. But to my surprise, someone else arrived.
"Get away from her!" The man overtop me was suddenly tackled off. It was his turn to crash onto the pavement, accidently knocking his head against it- hard. I gasped for a second and quickly sat up to gaze at my savior. It was not at all who I was expecting. I thought a Dollar would rescue me but here was this business man. That's the best way I can think to describe him. He was wearing a grey suit and tie; his shoes were of the expensive make. He obviously had money; was probably some big-time lawyer or something. He was pale, slender, and very strong. His eyes went from the brute currently on the ground over to me and we simply stared at each other for a moment. Oh… oh god.
He was gorgeous! Like, even Adonis would be jealous of him. He looked to be roughly my age, maybe a year or two older. Man, his face was chiselled; it was like a Greek god statue come to life. And here I was, laying all dirty on the pavement like some helpless baby. Still, he had such concern in his eyes that I couldn't help but get lost in them. Perfect blue; they were the most perfect shade of blue. I don't know how long we stared silently at each other like that- likely ten seconds or so- before he rounded up the other two freaks. By then the cops had arrived and we were all being escorted to the police station. My savior, hereby dubbed Mr. Gorgeous until further notice, demanded that I go to a hospital instead, in case of injury. We hadn't even said one word to each other, and he was already threatening the cops on my behalf. I guess this guy had power- or money; one of the two. Most likely both.
Eventually, while I remained with a junior officer in the back, they convinced Mr. Gorgeous that they would personally escort me to the hospital themselves if I was indeed hurt. I don't think I was but that may be the adrenaline talking. I might wake up with a fractured skull or sprained ankle tomorrow; who knows. We all piled in different police cars and were driven off. This was one trip I definitely wouldn't be telling Daddy about. Funny though… I had just experienced something quite traumatic, and the whole way to the station, all I could think about was Mr. Gorgeous's sapphire eyes. I have no clue why but every time I tried to think of something else, there they were.
There they were.
