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now! It seemed as if it took me years
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A Rose by any
Other Name
Chapter 3
Nevaeh Gets
Vexed
Nevaeh's mind had no
idea where she was going but her body just kept on telling her to get out. Subconsciously she was heading toward her
P.O. Box while thinking of her damaged life. Nothing ever went right in Nevaeh Conquel's life and now the things that
she thought were right were crumbling right in front of her eyes. She just wanted to break down in an endless
stream of tears and shut the world out. But Nevaeh didn't cry, and Nevaeh couldn't shut the world out. She was angry and annoyed and very vexed;
but at the same time she felt abandoned. Mike was one of her only friends who she could really talk to without
getting bored out of her mind, and now it was all gone because he found a
shapely dumb blonde!
" I can't wait to see how this situation gets worst!" Nevaeh
thought grimly. She had finally gotten
to her P.O. box. Opening the box she
was pleased to see that she had actually received mail! As Nevaeh sorted through the magazines and
her bills she found a pink envelop. Wondering who in the world would send a letter in a PINK envelope she
opened it; and it read:
Hour of the Wolf Bar
156 Off Road Street
Sector 2
Dear Miss Nevaeh
Conquel,
As you have been one of
our most dedicated employees the owners of the Hour of the Wolf Bar decided it
would be realistic to inform you, Miss Nevaeh Conquel, of the closing of the
Hour of the Wolf Bar. The owner's no longer
wish to own and manager a bar. The official
closing date will be next week Tuesday. Thank you for your long years of dedicating and professionalism.
We hope you the best in
your future,
Ex-Owners of the Hour of
the Wolf Bar
Barley Jones
Margie Innless Rayne H.
Wilson
It seemed like Nevaeh had been sitting
there for hours just thinking about what to do. She had no moral or financial support now and she had no idea of
where to turn. There were no close
buddies to turn to, unless you counted the pizza guy; but then again food
wasn't exactly the answer she was looking for.
"
Sitting here for the rest of my life isn't going to solve anything," She
grimly reflected. Then slowly but surly
she stiffly pulled herself out from the comfort of the wall, wrapped her purse
over her shoulder and started to walk towards the PO Box.
" Where do you think you're going,
honey?" Said an oily male voice from behind her.
Nevaeh rapidly turned around to get a
look at this stranger; and she was alarmed at what lay before her. There wasn't one stranger before her but
4. All 3 of them, not including the
oily voiced man, were tall, muscular and broad shoulders. Peering closer at the 4 she noticed that all
of them were sporting their weapons of choice. Most had lead pipes, which was a small blessing; if even one had had a
gun she would've had no chance of getting out.
" Answer the question, where do you
think you're going?" The oily voiced
man repeated, stepping a step closer.
" Away," Nevaeh responded. Her mind was going 100 miles an hour,
trying to figure a way out of this situation. She figured that these 'gentlemen' were either going to try to rape her
or get her cash. She prayed for the
latter.
" You should learn some manners." His
gang nodded and chuckled in agreement. He took another pace towards her, and this time his gang followed.
" I have plenty of manners, I just don't use them with scum." She responded snidely stepping back toward
the wall. If she could keep him talking
she maybe able to see an easier way out then fighting. But by just glancing about her she could see
that there were no windows she could reach or any other ways to the street but
through them. But if this was going to
end in a fight, she was prepared.
" Don't we have a quick tongue? Listen missy make this easy for yourself and
hand over your valuables, it would be a shame to mess up such a pretty face."
He reached out his hand to touch Nevaeh's face but she pulled away.
" I don't have any money with me and
even if I did I'd rather see some material shoved up your butt first." Nevaeh
replied blank faced.
" I'm a fair man, I'll give you one
more chance to give up your valuables. But sadly my gang has very little patience," As a response to this
comment the 'gang' began to grunt and growl " so tell the truth and hand over
your money." The oily voiced man took a
step towards her so he was only a few feet away.
" Ok fine, you win." To the gang
members it looked as if she sighed in defeat but Nevaeh had actually just
remembered an old standby and it was taking all of her will power not to show
her joy.
Reaching within the depths of her purse
Nevaeh acted as if she was nervously searching for valuables. But if anyone
were to search her purse all they would see were some old gum wrappers, an
expired drivers license, a never before used gym membership card and her house
keys; nothing of true value, right? Wrong! Within a zipper pocket
in the bottom of her purse her old standby was safely hidden; a pair of brass
knuckles.
Palming the knuckles from her purse
Nevaeh swiftly placed each brass knuckle on behind her back. " I was hoping it
wouldn't have to come to this boys, you seem like such nice, young
gentleman." Nevaeh said sarcastically
" What're you playing at bitch?" Growled one of the gang members
" Oh, it's come to names calling this late in the game? You guys must be amateurs." Nevaeh knew what
this whole ordeal was going to end with: a brawl. And the quickest way to get to that unavoidable conclusion was to
get one of them extremely pissed. Nevaeh knew the rest would soon follow suit.
The oily voice man was now very vexed
with the amount of time it was taking to get her valuables, so with one swift
movement he pushed Nevaeh into the ally wall and held her there with his
forearm to her neck. But there was barely
any pressure applied. " Enough! Listen wench! I'm talking this," With that he ripped her purse form her
grasp. " And I'm gonna leave my boys to handle the rest of the business. What're you smiling at?' He cried angrily.
Nevaeh had been shaking her head and
smiling wickedly at this sad, pathetic, slow-witted stranger. " I guess I was right, you are an
amateur. If you hadn't been so angry at
my slowness to give you my things you would have noticed that my hands are
free. And do you know what that
means?" Not waiting for a reply she thrust
her brass covered knuckled in to his gut. This move made the oily voiced man double over. Then Nevaeh took his arm and flipped him in
to the wall. Following to where he
landed she could see blood pouring from the gash in his head, he didn't look like
he'd be getting up anytime soon.
"It's been a while since I've done
that" Turning to where the 3 men were standing she announced, "Next!" But to Nevaeh's dismay and amusement she could just see the 3rd
gang member turn the corner to the open street. She decided to yell after them for show but secretly she was
grateful for their cowardice.
" Babies! Was Momma callin' you? You're all Mommas' boys! Wimps! Cowa-" Abruptly Nevaeh felt a hand grab her ankle and jerk back rapidly. Her legs were pulled out under her and her
body hit the pavement with a hard thud.
" Forget about someone?" The oily voiced man hissed, letting go of
her ankle.
"Damn it! He wasn't passed out!" Nevaeh spun around so she was no longer on
her belly and lively sprang to her feet.
"
You're braver then your Calvary, they split when you hit the wall. " Nevaeh added. She hated it when her work was undone. If she was to knock a man down he was stayed down.
"They're
just for show, I'm the brains." He retorted. The man slowly got to his feet and composed himself.
"
If you really are the 'the brains' you should have enough sense to get out of
here. I have better things to do." And with that Nevaeh turned toward the
street.
Suddenly
Nevaeh heard a very distinctive click. She spun around just in time to see the oily voiced man angle his gun at
her. "This is NOT my night!"
BANG!
She flung herself to the ground, lying dead still. It was still dark in the alley so it was nearly impossible to see detail. From the oily man's point of view it looked like the shot was dead on, but to Nevaeh it was off by a mile.
From
her position from the ground she could hear an echo of the man's heavy
footsteps come closer and closer. "Just
a little closer, just a tad closer." The echoes stopped, and Nevaeh could feel that he was only inches
from her. After a second of
observation the echoes began again going toward the street. As he passed her, Nevaeh moved her leg in
his path. A loud thud was all she
needed to know he was down and at that second she was on him.
A punch in the jaw, a kick in the groin,
slamming him into a wall or two and verbal bashings were just some of the pains
the man went through. But Nevaeh
figured that he had done worst to other people. She betted that he wouldn't
have gotten such a bad thrashing if she wasn't annoyed, tired and needed
something to take her pain off on.
Nevaeh
casually strolled toward the street, either not hearing or ignoring the grunts
and groans from her human punching bag. The latter is closer to the truth.
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A/N: I know what you're thinking: When will this
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