As I reached the other side of the Brooklyn Bridge, Oscar and Morris were waiting for me.
"What did youse two do ta Jack?" I asked, fairly calm-for me any way.
"Nutin' wese ain't gonna do ta youse sweet heart!" Oscar grinned and I felt Morris grab my wrists and hold them tight behind my back. Though hair fell in front of my face, I could still see Oscar cracking his knuckles. I loosened my muscles, relaxing, making Morris drop his guard, just enough. Right before Oscar threw his first blow, I kicked, smack between the legs. At the same time I pulled my hands free of Morris' loosened grip. I took off running, but didn't get too far. As luck would have it, I tripped and twisted my ankle in ways it's not supposed to go. Pain shot through my leg, and before I could think I felt a fist met with me head, and then the concrete. Something grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, my eyes opened to reveal a burred Oscar.
"Dat was fur all dem black eyes sweetheart, and dis," he said kicking my stomach, with so much force, it stopped my air flow, "dats for kicking me." he kicked me again, just as hard. I coughed and sputtered up blood.
"What was dat fur?" He leaned down, coming face to face with me
"Dat? Dat, sweetheart, was cuz I felt like it." Then he committed a sin so vile, it would make murder seen innocent, he kissed me. He forced his tongue into my mouth and swirled it over my teeth. I had never been more repulsed in my life. I almost welcomed, his next blow to my head, leaving me sprawled against the hard cobblestone street. Any thing was better, than-ugh!-that! I don't really know what happened next, all I remember is black, and then someone shouting very loudly,
"Jack!!!! She's ova here!" The next thing I realized was a pair of hands around my head, and a strangely familiar voice cry out in pain.
"Sorry Bounce, Sorry." The hands realized me, "Look, Bounce, it's me, Jacky-boy. What happened to ya Bounce...Can you hear me?"
"Ya, ya Ise can hear ya" I heard myself say. I opened my eyes just enough to see a few faces looking down at me, the most familiar one, was Jack's. I smiled.
"Youse ok?"
"Yea Ise fine, I dunno whyse youse so woiked up." I tried to sit up and prove everything was fine, but as I did, pain shot threw my body and I collapsed again, this time though, a hand caught my head instead of the concrete.
"Wad day do ta yas, Bounce?" Jack's voice sounding stern.
"Notin', Ise just tripped." I said rebelling against his command to tell him.
"Tripped and got blood on youse mouth?" he looked at me unbelieving.
"A'right, youse win, I tripped and an' took a couple blows. Notin' big."
"A'right, well can youse walk home?"
"Yea, just help mese up." He bent over and tried to pick me up, my stomach seared with pain, and as soon as weight was put on my ankle, I cried out.
"My stomach" I gasped in pain. Jack laid me down and lifted up my shirt and poked gently at my stomach. He touched a point right below my ribs and I gasped. He looked at me compassionately.
"Ise hoit my ankle when Ise fell, too." I said, hating to be stuck at this disadvantage.
"Ise taking yea ta da hospital." Jack announced. My eyes grew, "Don't youse even dare, Jack Kelly!" I said menacingly.
"Wadda mean don't Ise dare? Youse obviously need help."
I looked as stern as I could, "Take me ta da thoid house on 7th and 21st."
"Watcha gonna do dere?" Jack asked truly puzzled.
"Just do it cowboy."
"What did youse two do ta Jack?" I asked, fairly calm-for me any way.
"Nutin' wese ain't gonna do ta youse sweet heart!" Oscar grinned and I felt Morris grab my wrists and hold them tight behind my back. Though hair fell in front of my face, I could still see Oscar cracking his knuckles. I loosened my muscles, relaxing, making Morris drop his guard, just enough. Right before Oscar threw his first blow, I kicked, smack between the legs. At the same time I pulled my hands free of Morris' loosened grip. I took off running, but didn't get too far. As luck would have it, I tripped and twisted my ankle in ways it's not supposed to go. Pain shot through my leg, and before I could think I felt a fist met with me head, and then the concrete. Something grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, my eyes opened to reveal a burred Oscar.
"Dat was fur all dem black eyes sweetheart, and dis," he said kicking my stomach, with so much force, it stopped my air flow, "dats for kicking me." he kicked me again, just as hard. I coughed and sputtered up blood.
"What was dat fur?" He leaned down, coming face to face with me
"Dat? Dat, sweetheart, was cuz I felt like it." Then he committed a sin so vile, it would make murder seen innocent, he kissed me. He forced his tongue into my mouth and swirled it over my teeth. I had never been more repulsed in my life. I almost welcomed, his next blow to my head, leaving me sprawled against the hard cobblestone street. Any thing was better, than-ugh!-that! I don't really know what happened next, all I remember is black, and then someone shouting very loudly,
"Jack!!!! She's ova here!" The next thing I realized was a pair of hands around my head, and a strangely familiar voice cry out in pain.
"Sorry Bounce, Sorry." The hands realized me, "Look, Bounce, it's me, Jacky-boy. What happened to ya Bounce...Can you hear me?"
"Ya, ya Ise can hear ya" I heard myself say. I opened my eyes just enough to see a few faces looking down at me, the most familiar one, was Jack's. I smiled.
"Youse ok?"
"Yea Ise fine, I dunno whyse youse so woiked up." I tried to sit up and prove everything was fine, but as I did, pain shot threw my body and I collapsed again, this time though, a hand caught my head instead of the concrete.
"Wad day do ta yas, Bounce?" Jack's voice sounding stern.
"Notin', Ise just tripped." I said rebelling against his command to tell him.
"Tripped and got blood on youse mouth?" he looked at me unbelieving.
"A'right, youse win, I tripped and an' took a couple blows. Notin' big."
"A'right, well can youse walk home?"
"Yea, just help mese up." He bent over and tried to pick me up, my stomach seared with pain, and as soon as weight was put on my ankle, I cried out.
"My stomach" I gasped in pain. Jack laid me down and lifted up my shirt and poked gently at my stomach. He touched a point right below my ribs and I gasped. He looked at me compassionately.
"Ise hoit my ankle when Ise fell, too." I said, hating to be stuck at this disadvantage.
"Ise taking yea ta da hospital." Jack announced. My eyes grew, "Don't youse even dare, Jack Kelly!" I said menacingly.
"Wadda mean don't Ise dare? Youse obviously need help."
I looked as stern as I could, "Take me ta da thoid house on 7th and 21st."
"Watcha gonna do dere?" Jack asked truly puzzled.
"Just do it cowboy."