A Paradox

Chapter 1

            January 15, Xxxx
It  a cold January night and Frederick Ricks dared to take a walk through his newly neighborhood. The area seemed safe enough from his reviews of the community but his fiance, Erica Jones, said otherwise.

"Its the city and you never want to be alone at night in the city no matter what." She told him.

Yet Frederick thought to himself only if you're a woman; being rather sexist. Who would want to mess with him? Frederick was 6'2, strongly built and had a serious atmosphere even though he was really quite friendly.

He just wanted to get some air and clear his mind of the nightmare he had of his deceased sister. He had woken at midnight drench in sweat.
12:45
Now almost one, he's been lost for an hour. Why do all apartment complexes look so similar he thought to himself. He had tempted to call his fiance but he was reminded he had left his phone right on his night stand when he felt for his phone. Maybe I should retrace my steps.

"Let me go!"

Frederick look across the street to see under the streetlight a woman struggling to reclaim her wrist from a man.

"You ain't no where!" The man said strongly.

Frederick watch from distance and tempted to ignore their whole situation. Usually he would've jump into the situation in a heart beat but sometimes things are not as they seem. His little sister words popped into his head.  He shouldn't get involved other people business. Just then the man raises his other hand and struck the woman across the face. The woman fell to the ground grasping her struck cheek.

In no time Frederick was on the other side of the street. He does not tolerate  women being so openly hit. He was raised to never raise a hand against a woman and to stop anyone from doing so. He it wasn't a situation he couldn't simply ignore.

"Hey!" Frederick shouts as he shoves the man. The man being caught off guard last his balance, causing him to release the woman's risk.

The man catches himself from falling and glares at Fredrick. " Aye man, what's yo problem!?"

"You're my problem-you should never hit a woman." Frederick said firmly.

The man looks at the woman still slump on the ground and back at Frederick. He laughs, " Aye hoe this one of yo buyers or nah?"

The woman ignores the man and kept her head down.

"Don't talk to a lady that way."

The man laughs again, "A lady!? Aye hoe yo prince charming has arrived."

Fredrick steps closer to the man; towering over him. "Call her that again."

The man was shorter than Fredrick but he didn't back down. Big mistake.

"Aye hoe-" The man was cut short by Fredrick's fist hitting his face. The man fell down to the ground.

Fredrick kicks the man's feet and there was no response. The man was out cold. Frederick rewinds his arm. He had bad shoulder and its been a minute since he's hit someone. He looked back at the man. I hope he'll be okay. Maybe I shouldn't have hit him so hard.

He thenbwalks over to woman and out extend out his hand." Are you alright?"

The woman looks up at Frederick and Frederick's heart drops. He was face to face with a real life goddess. Her sparkling light brown eyes dance to the gleam of the street light. Her heavy black eye liner really made her eyes pop.Her long black curls cuffed her smooth sugar brown oval shaped face perfectly. Her full lips were painted a glossy crimson red. She looked about 21 or older but not as old as 25.

The woman ignores Frederick's hand and got up on her own. Frederick eyes searched her body. She worn a shimmering short golden dress that dipped at the breast to her naval. Her silver glittering heels gave her the persecution of having long brown legs.

"Damn," was all Frederick could say as he licked his lips.

The woman stride past Frederick, Frederick turn to watched as her as she went, while her hips swayed side to side. She stop by the K.O man and kicks him hard in the stomach. The man grons and rolls to his side, curling up in a ball.

The woman pulls out some cash from her purse that hung across her body. She let the money rain on top of the man. " I won't be serving you again." She said to the man.

Serving? Frederick thought to himself, then hit him.The way she dressed. Ah, a prostitute. What a shame for such a rare beauty.

The woman then turn around to Frederick. " Thanks, prince charming, but I didn't ask for your help."

Frederick smirks. " You're welcome but you looked like you needed it." He thought about the slap. "No man should ever hit a woman."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Yea okay, not everyone is as righteous as you prince charming." The woman then pull out a small compact mirror from her purse. She looks into it and padded her struck cheek. In the mirror she preview a small purple mark on cheek. "Shit he fucked up the money maker." She said to herself. She then snaps the mirror shut, and places it back in her purse. The woman then look back at Frederick; looking him up and down. "You're kind of cute- can I do you some service?"

Frederick laughs. " I don't need that kind of service."

"Oh." Said the woman a bit disappointed. "Is it because of this?" She points at the small bruise on her face. Her lips poked out giving off the impression she was pouting.

She gave a immature atmoshere and Frederick thought she was so damn adorable for it. "No not at all." He didn't even notice the bruise until she pointed it out; her beauty was covering it up.

"So what are ya? If you ain't a buyer? You don't look like a deala." The woman  began to question Frederick persense for being here at this time of night, specially this part of town.

"I was out for a walk,"  Frederick said plainly.

The woman put her hands on her hip and arch her back slightly; she looked like a model posing for a photoshoot. She gave him a look of disbelief.

"I'm serious, I just moved here and-"

The woman rested her body. "Oh that explains it-where ya from?"

"Dallas, Texas."

"Mmhmm," the woman agreed to herself, " That explains yo accent- a country bumpkin."

Accent. Frederick didn't believe had a accent. People in Texas thought he was from somewhere else because he didn't have the same accent even though he was born and raised there.

"You lost baby?" The woman asked in a old fashion manner; giving off the impression of a old lady talking to a child.

"I'm not lost - I just need to retrace my steps," Frederick agrued. "But you could point me to complex 234 berry lane."

"Oh that's just around the corner-"

"Okay thanks." Frederick tried to walk past her and she places her hand on his chest; halting him."Lemme finish, around the corner you take a left, then a few blocks you come to lonely drive you take another left then you get to the bridge- baby you are a long way from home."

Frederick didn't remember a bridge. Or was there a bridge he thought to himself. The whole walk was a blur to him: too focus on his thoughts.

Frederick had a confused look on his face. The woman sighed. "I escort you there."

The woman began to walk and didn't looked back once. She knew for  he would follow and he did.
  
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