Race and Bam made their way back to the lodging house under the weight of an awkward silence. What am I doing? I can't go back there… "Race… I forgot some stuff in Brooklyn. I'm just gonna run over there real quick and…"
"Oh hell no… Just cuz Jacky-boy fell for it, don't mean dat I'm gonna," Race said smugly. "What da hell's so wrong wid Manhattan, anyways? Why do ya keep wantin' ta run away from everywhere ya are?" Bam looked at Race in shock.
"Where have you been lately?" she exclaimed.
"What da hell are you tawkin' about, I've been right heah!" Race said obviously.
"Ya jackass, have you completely missed what's been goin' on with me? I can't trust anyone anymore!" Bam screamed at Race, letting the rage flow through her words. "You made my life hell in Manhattan, turned all the guys against me, and then managed to get me kicked out to Brooklyn where, apparently, my life is threatened! So who should I trust? Jack, whose lie caused all these problems? Or any of the guys in Manhattan? They all look at me like I'm some horrible murderer or something. How about Spot, who already tried to have me taken out? Lord knows who I can trust in Brooklyn, they're all wrapped around Spot's little finger," Bam paused, lowering her tone to a low growl. "Or maybe I should trust you, Race. You, who started all of this. You'd love that, wouldn't you? Then you and Jack could really fuck with me, maybe even send me back to Spot. Well, fuck that and fuck you, Race."
"No, fuck dat! I have done nothing but tried to help you through dis whole t'ing, and you say you can't trust me? Why are you so against me?" Race yelled at Bam, his face turning red with anger.
"You are the reason I'm in this mess," Bam stated calmly. "You couldn't just leave me alone. Ya had to make such big deal out of me stealing a lousy handful of pennies from you, like you've never stolen before."
"You're right, and I'm sorry," Race looked genuinely upset. "But dat was in the past, Bam. Ya gotta move on, and trust me before ya get hoit again. Same wid Jack, and da odda fellas. Ya can't let mistakes we made in da past make ya not trust us now."
"Then, by that logic, I should start trusting Spot too," Bam snapped and stormed ahead of Race. She figured he would follow, but when he hadn't caught up to her in a couple blocks, Bam discreetly checked behind her to make sure he was there. She turned just in time to see a large figure come up behind Race and push him into an alley.