Chapter Thirteen
Danny
Rhythm ran down the path and passed the docks. She ran across the Brooklyn Bridge with out noticing that there was some one in front of her.
Spot was walking back to the docks because he had forgotten his slingshot, when a girl ran in to him and fell down. He realized that it was Rhythm and she was mad and she was out of breath.
"Hey what's a matter with youse?" Spot asked and he bent down next to her.
"Nothin"
"Yeah right! Come on ya can tell me."
"Did you know Jack had a goil friend?" was all Rhythm asked.
"He does?"
"Ya `er name is Sarah."
"Oh her, I's didn't know dey got back ta gether."
At this Rhythm started to pull away from Spot. Spot let her go. She ran none stop this time; all the way into an ally, a boy caught her.
He had green eyes and reddish-brownish hair. He was tall and about nineteen years old. He was muscular and had a scar on his forehead. His shirt was unbuttoned in the front, which reviled a bronzed and six-packed stomach. His face and arms were slightly burned, like on someone who had just had come from the south. (Hint-Hint*.) He looked down at Rhythm's tear stained face. A grin lined his lips.
"What I's youse doin down hear in Da Bronx?" He had a voice that poured into Rhythm as she tried to catch her breath.
"I's was wawlkin (walking) do youse have a problem wit dat?"
"Yeah I's do."
"Well I's don't care, now let go of me!!"
"I's can't do dat see I ain't had too much fun is a while, so..."
He slammed her into the wall and looked into her eyes and smiled. He put his lips on her and moved his hands so they were on the wall; he was blocking her from going anywhere. His unwanted tongue entered her mouth. She tried to pull away but he slammed her back against the wall. He pulled away but this time he started to unbutton her shirt. She had to get out of there, but she didn't know how! Her shirt was unbuttoned and now his hands were moving to her hips and up her shirt.
She HAD to get away. She suddenly had an idea. As his lips moved back to her mouth, she bit his lower lip so hard that it started to bleed. The boy let go of her. She started to run but she was too tired from her run on the way over here. She fell on the dirty street. "You little BITCH!!" he yelled. He dragged her back into the ally. And started to beat the shit out of her; the minutes passed by like hours.
"Leave `er alone, asshole!" Blink, Mush, and Race were standing at the entrance of the ally. They all looked like they were gonna KILL something or someone! Race had spoken and the look on his face scared Rhythm; she had never seen him this serious.
The boy threw Rhythm against the wall and she slid down until she lay unconscious at the bottom.
Youse Manhattan boiys?" asked the boy.
"Yeah! why?" said Blink.
"Just tell ol' Jacky Boiy dat Danny's back" and with that he backed out of the ally.
Race picked up the unconscious Rhythm and began to walk back to Manhattan.
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Danny
Rhythm ran down the path and passed the docks. She ran across the Brooklyn Bridge with out noticing that there was some one in front of her.
Spot was walking back to the docks because he had forgotten his slingshot, when a girl ran in to him and fell down. He realized that it was Rhythm and she was mad and she was out of breath.
"Hey what's a matter with youse?" Spot asked and he bent down next to her.
"Nothin"
"Yeah right! Come on ya can tell me."
"Did you know Jack had a goil friend?" was all Rhythm asked.
"He does?"
"Ya `er name is Sarah."
"Oh her, I's didn't know dey got back ta gether."
At this Rhythm started to pull away from Spot. Spot let her go. She ran none stop this time; all the way into an ally, a boy caught her.
He had green eyes and reddish-brownish hair. He was tall and about nineteen years old. He was muscular and had a scar on his forehead. His shirt was unbuttoned in the front, which reviled a bronzed and six-packed stomach. His face and arms were slightly burned, like on someone who had just had come from the south. (Hint-Hint*.) He looked down at Rhythm's tear stained face. A grin lined his lips.
"What I's youse doin down hear in Da Bronx?" He had a voice that poured into Rhythm as she tried to catch her breath.
"I's was wawlkin (walking) do youse have a problem wit dat?"
"Yeah I's do."
"Well I's don't care, now let go of me!!"
"I's can't do dat see I ain't had too much fun is a while, so..."
He slammed her into the wall and looked into her eyes and smiled. He put his lips on her and moved his hands so they were on the wall; he was blocking her from going anywhere. His unwanted tongue entered her mouth. She tried to pull away but he slammed her back against the wall. He pulled away but this time he started to unbutton her shirt. She had to get out of there, but she didn't know how! Her shirt was unbuttoned and now his hands were moving to her hips and up her shirt.
She HAD to get away. She suddenly had an idea. As his lips moved back to her mouth, she bit his lower lip so hard that it started to bleed. The boy let go of her. She started to run but she was too tired from her run on the way over here. She fell on the dirty street. "You little BITCH!!" he yelled. He dragged her back into the ally. And started to beat the shit out of her; the minutes passed by like hours.
"Leave `er alone, asshole!" Blink, Mush, and Race were standing at the entrance of the ally. They all looked like they were gonna KILL something or someone! Race had spoken and the look on his face scared Rhythm; she had never seen him this serious.
The boy threw Rhythm against the wall and she slid down until she lay unconscious at the bottom.
Youse Manhattan boiys?" asked the boy.
"Yeah! why?" said Blink.
"Just tell ol' Jacky Boiy dat Danny's back" and with that he backed out of the ally.
Race picked up the unconscious Rhythm and began to walk back to Manhattan.
A/N: Tell me what you think. Click that review button, NOW!!! Until next time Bye!!