a diamond in the rough ≫ kyrie irving

one • different circumstances

21st of December 2012

          "Good game Kyrie, we see you." said Kyrie's close friend and teammate Tristan Thompson after Kyrie's twenty-six point performance. The two had created a close bond with each other after being drafted together to Cleveland in the 2011 NBA draft. Life was good for the twenty year old. Only one year into his basketball career and already had sponsorship deals with big companies. Money wasn't a problem in his household, he had plenty of it. He was a kind, loving, caring and funny guy. Everybody in Cleveland loved him just for his personality. He was becoming the new face of Cleveland. Kyrie was a very 'to himself' type of guy, so all the new attention was overwhelming for such a young man. His loving spark was starting to disappear in the flashing lights of the paparazzi and media. He was starting to change, becoming more aware of everything he did, not living his life and started to isolate himself from everyone. "Thanks man." Kyrie murmured before exiting the arena without another word.

          Kyrie proceeded to go to a restaurant on Euclid Avenue where he would meet his father for a meal. His father, also an ex professional basketball player, always supported Kyrie since he was a child. He taught Kyrie that family and God came first, then education, then basketball. You could say he was a great father who helped Kyrie build a path to success, which was true. After every home game the two would either go eat at Pura Vida or go to Kyrie's house for a home cooked meal. He parked his Audi and walked into the restaurant. "Hello Mr. Irving, follow me." said the waiter, who was unrecognisable. 'Must be new' Kyrie thought to himself before following the waiter to the back of the restaurant where his father was seated. The waiter placed his menu on the table and scurried back to the front of the restaurant. Kyrie sat down across from his father. "Good game today son." His father, Drederick, said starting the routine conversation. The two talked about basketball, family and God causing the night to go by fast for Kyrie. Kyrie looked at his watch and his eyes widened when he saw it was eleven o'clock. "Dad I gotta go, I've practice tomorrow. I'll call you. See you." Kyrie said as he stood up and gathered his items before hugging his father and leaving the restaurant. Kyrie could feel all the eyes in the room stare at him making him become self-conscious. His palms started to become damp as he saw people point their phones at him, snapping pictures of the young man. He darted towards his car with his head lowered. Once he entered his car he released a deep breath. He placed his keys into the ignition causing the car to let out a roar. He rolled down his window and heard some commotion going on around the corner of the building. "Kyrie Irving is there, I saw him. Was he on a date?" said a deep voice. Kyrie started to panic again, he hated the paparazzi. He decided to go home through an alleyway to avoid any cameras and people. He reversed his car and started to drive the towards the escape route. He was driving through the dirty, dark alleyway when he once again heard something. It sounded like a belt buckle. He came to a crossroads in the alleyway. He looked to his left and saw a sight he didn't want to see.

hours before..

          Anastasia Summers was a typical girl. Nothing physically spectacular about her, she was no Beyoncé. She had ash brown hair, deep chocolate eyes and stood at around 5'6. The only thing that was different about her was, she was homeless since she was sixteen. "Cavaliers have won 98-89 against the Indiana Pacers with Kyrie Irving's twenty-six point performance. Next game is in two days at home against the LA Lakers, make sure to get your tickets for this exiting match up." The radio in the old bar blared the news to all its listeners. Anastasia sat in the corner of the bar with a newspaper that was left on the street. The bar was situated in the poor parts of Cleveland City. Anastasia spent most of her days here, in the corner by the warm fire. When she ran away from her family she found herself here in Cleveland, Ohio, thousands of miles away from her hometown. The bar owner was kind enough to let her stay in the bar during the day if she tidy and cleaned the bar each night. Some nights she would sleep in the bar but most nights she found herself on the streets and alleyways of Cleveland. The abuse that she would receive on the streets were inhuman but was still better than the treatment she had received in the years prior. Tonight she found herself wondering the streets of Cleveland again. She wore black leggings, wooly coat and a white shirt. She carried a backpack that had two blankets and water. Her feet started to hurt as she had been walking for hours looking for somewhere to stay. She decided on an alleyway that was less than a mile away from Euclid Avenue, the Main Street in Cleveland. When she was halfway down the alleyway there was a crossroads leading to two dead ends. It was very dirty with broken glass laying in piles on the ground. She carefully walked down the right lane and created a bed behind a dumpster with newspaper that was in a pile on the ground. She laid down on her paper mattress and took out her two blankets, using one as a pillow. She closed her eyes and prayed for a good night sleep. She remained very faithful to God through all her tough times, some would give up on faith if nothing changed but she remained faithful. As she was about to fall asleep she heard a glass break. She became stiff. Not a breath left her mouth. "What do we have here." A drunk man slurred. Her eyes became filled with fear. He tugged on her ankles pulling her across the rough ground, she felt the skin on her back tear against the waste that rested there. Broken glass in her skin, she hissed. "Shut up you slut." He demanded. She shut her mouth and closed her eyes trying not to cry or scream incase he did anything to hurt her more than he had planned to. "We are gonna have fun tonight" he evilly chuckled. His hairy hands went to his belt buckle, causing the rattling sound to echo through the alleyway. "Please d-don't." She pleaded to the drunken man. His eyes widened and his fist and jaw clenched. "What did I tell you, you whore. Shut up!" He yelled as his big fist collided with her small temple, instantly knocking her out. He continued to unbuckle his belt and unzip his dark washed jeans. "Hey! What do you think your doing" Kyrie's voice rang through the dark lane. "Bout to give this girl something she'll love." He slurred making sure to chuckle at the end. Kyrie looked to see Anastasia on the ground completely passed out. Kyrie furrowed his eyebrows before running towards the man, he hit him in his side with his fist. The drunk man then squared up to Kyrie as he succeeded to get his attention. Kyrie had a small height advantage and was much fitter than the man who sported a beer belly. The man was about to swing for Kyrie head but Kyrie got a hard punch into the mans gut causing him to bend over in pain and throw up all the toxins that were in him. Kyrie grabbed Anastasia, who was still unconscious, off the ground and scurried her to his car.

          The drive to Kyrie's house was silent. He had no clue who Anastasia was and was confused what to do. She had woken up but was very weak, no words left her mouth and she could barely see. Once Kyrie arrived home he carried her in bridal style into his quite large house. Still weak Anastasia couldn't make out where she was nor who was the man that was carrying her. He laid her gently on the couch that was in his living room. He sprinted to the kitchen and grab a glass of water and a banana. He returned to the mysterious girl that was on his couch. "Here." he said softly handing here the glass of water. She slowly looked up at the man before taking the glass of water. Her vision started to come back allowing here to make out some of Kyrie's features, like his bold eyebrows, tired eyes and his stubbly beard. She drank the glass of water before placing it on the coffee table in front of her. "Do you want this banana?" "No thank you." she said without making eye contact. He grabbed the empty glass and walked off back to the kitchen to put the glass into the dishwasher. Suddenly Anastasia felt very weak again and her body gave up, her face fell onto to the brown leather couch and everything went black once again.

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