Previuosly 'Alex' and 'Gangster'.
Chapter 2
"Aren't you glad that mom and dad let us wander around for a bit?" Joe asked me.
"Yep. Thrilled," I answered with lack of enthusiasm. "But I don't know why I have to be stuck with you. I'm old enough to look out for myself."
Joe sighed. "You know it's not safe for girls to wander around by themselves," he said, sounding more serious.
I held my head high, completely offended. "Hey, no comments from the peanut gallery, thank you very much."
We had just left the hotel we were staying at to go sight-seeing and buy souvenires Uptown. Uptown looked so much different than downtown. The buildings looked a whole lot nicer, and there weren't a bunch of dirty homeless pople. We walked to a nearby subway station and Joe paid for our tickets. After a couple of stops since boarding the train, Joe and I had trouble deciding where to go first.
“I wanted to go out, so I think we should go shopping.”
“Shopping? Are you kidding?”
“It's at the mall,”—I pointed out a sign on one of the hanging banners— “and girls are at the mall, so it's a win-win situation.”
“Okay. Which stop is it?”
“Umm...” As soon as I was about to answer, the subway train came to its seventh stop, and I noticed that my purse was starting to leave its spot by my side. I saw it in the hands of a man leaving the train, and went after him. “Hey! Give that back!” I shouted after him.
“Wait! Becca!” Joe called.
Right as I ran out of the subway train, the doors closed before Joe could get out. I tried to keep the man who took my purse in my sight, but it was so hard through all of these people, although somehow I managed it. He led me out into the crowded city, down the street, a couple of alleyways, and to a dead end.
“Give that back!” I said after I cornered him.
He turned around and snickered. “I don't think so.” After I realized he was the same boy who sat next to me earlier today on the subway train, he jumped high into the air, higher than anyone I've ever seen before! Then he disappeared onto the next building.
“Graahh!” I was so frustrated! I wasn't here even for a whole day, and my purse gets stolen! And by a guy who could jump freakishly high! I walked towards the brick wall and put my forehead against it. That chase wore me out completely, and I had no idea where I was.
“Well well well, look who we have here. Where you goin', sweetie? You lost?”
I turned around to find a couple of guys walking towards me. “N-no,” I stammered. “And I'm not telling you where I'm going!” It sucked—I run after a guy who stole my purse and this is the time that I need it most—my bottle of pepper spray is in there.
They looked like trouble and like they hadn't taken a shower in months. Also, I was getting so many bad vibes, and not just because they were, well, so many years older than me! I couldn't exactly go anywhere since I was cornered, so I moved over to the corner and got up against the wall as best as I could. There were two of them, and one went right up to me and trapped me, with his hands against each wall. He smelt like a pile of fish and there was so much whiskey in his breath I started getting dizzy.“Oh, c'mon, hun. We just want to talk—”he said as he tried to kiss me.
I slapped him hard on the face. “If you even think about touching me, I swear, I will hurt you so bad, your great-grandma will feel it!” It took all the strength that I had not to rub my hand. I hit him so hard, it hurt, but I couldn't show any signs of fear or hurt in front of them. I put my hands behind my back and clutched them tight, because if they started shaking, then my whole body would do the exact same thing.
He touched his cheek like I had just touched something completely sacred to him. His face turned from complete shock, to complete anger.
“You’re dead, bitch!” he shouted.
He raised his arm and I could tell he was about to back-hand me. I shut my eyes, ready for the blow, but it never came. Instead, I felt another body swiftly slide in between us, which was a very tight squeeze. I opened my eyes to see the back of the man who stole my purse. My nose was so close to his back I could smell some type of cologne on him or something. I peeked around him and saw the other two’s faces wide with shock. Then my savior upper-cut the guy who was about to hit me.
As soon as he collapsed, the other man pulled out a large pocket knife. “You're cornered. There's nowhere for you two to run,” he snarled.
“You see, my friend, that’s where you're wrong.”
Suddenly, the man who had stolen my purse grabbed me by the waist and jumped high into the air. He kicked off of the brick wall and landed just outside the entrance to the dead end. A whole bunch of people stopped to look, which was completely embarrassing for me, but hey, I was just saved from the ugliest guy of my life, so who’s complaining? He ran to a large, railed off hole in the middle of the square and dragged me up onto the rail with him.
As soon as we were both on it, he looked down the hole and shouted, “Hang on tight!”
“What? Why—”
He then had leapt off of the railing, holding onto my waist with one arm. I, of course, would’ve held on with two arms, but, you see, I was wearing a skirt, and there’s absolutely no reason why anybody should be seeing under it, even if we were going down a hole, so I had to use my other arm to hold it down.
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