Chapter Four: Betrayal Times Two
Anna gazed out her window, and sighed. With all of the lights in the city, you could hardly see any stars. The street below her way empty, except for a few stray cats. She hadn't seen him in days. She couldn't be disappointed, he was a teenage boy, with nothing to depend on but his friends. She regretted ever meeting him, ever falling for him. Her brother was snoring in the room next to hers.
She looked up and down the street one last time, before returning to her bed and flicking off her light. She couldn't fall asleep. She hadn't slept or eaten since she last saw him. For a few days, her heart pounded and she was thrilled, she loved the suspense, the unpredictable nature of Riff. But he never came back. And tonight, she gave up her hopes. He didn't care about her. And as much as she wanted to be angry, she couldn't be. She was the one who put him in danger, after all.
Doc was closing up shop, and about to retreat to his private quarters on the second floor when he saw some one outside. He got a little closer to the window, a heavy metal bat at the ready, when he recognized the blonde hair covering the top of a head that belonged to Riff. Doc sighed, dropped the bat and unlocked the door. "What do you want, boy?"
Riff was quiet. He stared up at the sky. He blinked. He kept staring. "I want out." Riff whispered, but Doc had gotten older, his hearing had gotten worse, and he couldn't make out what Riff had said.
"Come again?" Doc said, leaving the door open and flicking on the lights. Riff closed the door behind him and took a seat on the stool.
"It ain't fair, Doc. Why'd she hafta be the daughter of a cop, anyways? Not that it matters, or nothing. Not like I love her." Riff turned away, feeling his face turn red.
"Yes you do." Doc said, and went upstairs, leaving Riff at the counter.
Ice led the gang down street after street. They could not find Riff anywhere. He had been missing for three days straight.
Riff woke up, his head pounding and imprints on his arm from the counter. He saw eight familiar faces surrounding him. And felt sixteen fists hit his back. "Hey, hey, hey, stop it! I'm up, I'm up." Riff groaned. They backed away.
"Where you been, boyo? You don't just ditch us like that. Especially not when you're all broken up about a dame." Geetar said, his toothpick moving up and down as he spoke.
"Yea! It's always been boys over dames, buddy boy. You don't just walk out on us like that. What kinda leader are you? She ain't worth it, that's what I say." Riff pushed Action aside and slammed the door behind him. He ran and ran, until he found himself underneath her window.