Boxcars hung up the phone. He never thought Deuce would have a crying nervous break down like this that badly. He felt miserable hanging up so early. He felt himself about to cry, but he didn't want to. Especially with a woman around. But he was already sniffling by then. Why did this have to happen to me now he thought. Just thinking of the mess he was in made him feel depressed and sad.
Kimberly heard him sniffling and a tang of sadness struck her a bit. She felt very sorry he couldn't be with his crew right now. She went over to him and sat down beside him.
"You ok buddy? Is somethin' wrong?" Kimberly asked calmly.
Boxcars just look at her dully for a brief moment, sniffled, and turned around to lay down on his pillow. "No," he said, then sinking his face into the pillow.
"Well you can tell me anythin' bud." Kimberly said calmly. She really wanted to fix this mess he was in.
"Well...," he hesitated to talk to her for a moment. "My one buddy, Deuce, he hasn't been away from me fer this long," Boxcars sat up straight. "The lil' guy is a bit sensitive, but is still a good fighter. It's just I have cared fer him ever since we meet. He seemed weak and defenseless when I met him. Now, now he's healthy looking and a little stronger. But just talkin' to him on the phone, about me not being able to come home soon, just felt like his heart broke. What do I do Kimberly? I...I'm worried."
Those last words hit her hard. Just hearing what he said made her feel miserable for not taking him home to get better there. She knew she had to make it up some how to him.
"W-Well I think for now you just need to rest. You'll see, the days will just fly by and you'll be all better. I know Deuce would happy to see you better when you get home," she smiled to him softly. Kimberly then pulled the covers up to him. She gently rubbed his back a bit and he let out a sigh of relief from the pain.
"Yeah, I hope," Boxcars said, then laid his head down to sleep. Kimberly just watched him as he started to doze off. She wished she could fix this. She quietly and gently got of the bed and crept over to the counter. She saw his coat and remembered she needed to wash the blood off it. So she started to take out everything that was in there. Until she came across his wallet.
Hey, maybe his address is in here, she thought. She opened up the wallet and searched through the tabs of it. Kimberly knew this was wrong, but she could figure out if his home is somewhat near her. She finally found his drivers licenses. Bingo. She knew where it was when she found it.
Kimberly quickly put the licenses back and pulled on her coat. She quietly opened the door and left rushing out of the apartment.
"Ok," she said, "It's just thought that alley and down two houses. Not very long at all. Very close actually," Kimberly began to walk to the location she needed to go to. It was actually only a couple blocks away from where she found him, but in horrible pain from those weird green guys.
She finally came across and dark-colored house, almost black looking. Kimberly looked at the other houses and saw them pale or at least has color. She could definitely tell this was it. She carefully knocked on the door just in case they attacked people knocking on their doors.
Moments later, the door opened. Spades Slick, way shorter than her, stood before her in the door way(Kimberly's 5' 5" and the carapace man is 4' 8".) His shirt was a bit wrinkled and had a coffee stain on the sleeve. Kimberly then noticed a black spade embroider below the collar cuff.
"May I help you? Ya lost?" Slick said. He was very calm when talking to her.
"Yes you may and no, I'm not lost," Kimberly answered back. He just gave a small grunt to her.
"So what'cha want? Sellin' somethin' lady,"
"No, I came to take you with me," Slick seem very confused with what she was saying.
"Why the fuck do I need to go with you for," He said sternly. Kimberly gave a sigh of relief.
"Oh thank god, I thought I had to act like some gentle lady around you. The names Kimberly," she stuck out her hand and he shook it.
"Spades Slick. So, what do you want again toots?" Slick said. He was still confused with what this lady wanted.
"I have your friend Boxcars in my apartment," Slicks face immediately went to shock, "and I thought you would want to see him since he's you guyes pal. He really hated to end up like this, especially for his lil' bud named Deuce? Right?" Slick just started in amazement that this lady helped Boxcars.
He immediately cleared his throat and said, "P-Please come in for a bit. Hafta get the guys ready. You do want us to go with you now, right?"
"It all depends whether you want to see him right now," Kimberly just smiled and stepped inside the house. Slick closed the door behind her.
"Hey Droog! Deuce! We got company!" Slick yelled.
Kimberly walked around a little examining the interior of the place. There was little color but still had a good mood to it. She heard Slick go into the kitchen to get more coffee.
"You wanna cup of joe toots?" Slick asked as he poured himself a cup.
"No thanks," she said. Slick just shrugged and started to drink from him coffee cup.
Just then, Kimberly heard little footsteps behind her. She turned around to see a cute, little, black boy. Clubs Deuce. His face was a bit pinkish from all the crying he did.
"Oh! Hello there," she said calmly to him. "Your just a cute lil' thing aren't ya," Kimberly gave Deuce a tickled. He giggled a little and blushed. "What'cha name cutie," she asked happily.
"My names Club Deuce," he said.
"Deuce...Deuce...Oh Deuce!" Kimberly remembered. "Your Boxcars buddy aren't ya?"
"Yeah, how did you know that?" Deuce said.
"Oh well I'm takin' care of Boxcars right now-" Deuces eyes widen in amazement and happiness "-he's in my apartment right now" Deuce was silent after what Kimberly told him. "Deuce? You ok?"
"Let's go see Boxcars!" Deuce said joyfully. He was practically jumping up and down and tugging Kimberly to the door.
"Heehee Deuce you need to wait for the others first before we could go," Kimberly couldn't resist but giggle at Deuce's anxiety to see Boxcars so badly.
She then heard footsteps again. They sounded a bit heavy, but were gently striding toward her. She turned around to see a man as tall as her, Droog.
"Hello there," Kimberly was the first to him. Then smiled at him. "Lil' fella can't wait to see Boxcars," she calmly giggled and waited for him to answer.
"Boxcars you say?" Droog said.
"Yeah, I've been taking care of him since last night. He ran into a rough fight with these green guys," Droog then realized this was the woman who helped Boxcars out, "I taught them a lesson or two with my metal baseball bat,"
"Wait a minute," Slick came out of the kitchen from overhearing what Kimberly said. "You're sayin' you beat them up the most?"
"I don't like to brag but, I gave the seven guy a good whack in the face with my baseball bat and he blacked out, punched eleven guy in the mouth, and whacked number fourteen in the back of the head. They picked up seven and ran for it then," All three of them stared at her in amazement.
"How did Boxcars get hurt?" Deuce asked.
Kimberly frowned when she heard that. "I about saw everything except near the beginning. They threw him against the brick wall and the seven guy gave him a fast upper cut. It also gave him a bit of a bloody mouth too. I was a bit terrified watchin' until I jumped in," Deuce's eyes watered up a bit as Droog and Slick looked worriedly to each other. Kimberly looked at Deuce, about to start crying again. She picked him up. She wiped the tears from his eyes and started to rock him in her arms. "I think we should go now if you want to him already," she said heading toward the door. Slick nodded and went after her.
"You coming Droog?" Slick asked. Droog nodded and grabbed him coat before walking out the door, Slick locking it before leaving.
They all started down the street to Kimberly's apartment.
"But the way," Kimberly said to Droog. "My names Kimberly Knights. You all can just call me Kimmy for short,"
"Diamond Droog," he said.
"Diamond Droog. Makes me think of it as a clothing brand or a talented singer in mind," Kimmy said.
Slick snickered and said "Well you guessed right! Droog likes to dress stylishly and I hear him in the sho-ow!" Droog jabbed his elbow into Slick's side to shut him up.
"I'm not the one who wears Scottish terrier briefs to bed," Droog smirked. Slick's face flushed red. He heard Kimmy and Deuce snicker beside him.
"Ok shut up no I don't you fuckass," Slick yelled. He glared at Droog, who continued to smirk at him. Slick settled down but his temper was still high.
"We'll be there soon guys," Kimmy said. "It won't be too long," she tickled Deuce a little and hoisted him up on to her shoulders. "Not too long for you bud."