Chapter 2

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The fake confidence that I had crossed the dark streets with was gone.
My head was hanging down, my hoodie far over my face.

One of the wheels on my trolley had broken.
It would roll on the three remaining wheels for a while but then it would just scrape over the ground.

Rrrrr... sghhhh... rrrrr... sghhhh...

A car passed by.

That hadn't happened in like, hours.
The speeding car drove right through a big puddle that had formed on the side of the road, showering me with an enormous splash of water.

I just kept on walking.

Why spend my energy on a reaction?
I thought
There was no one around.

Suddenly I noticed a house.

Well, it wasn't a house it was a sewer. But I had had about enough of everything.

I wanted to sleep.
I wanted to put my head down, even if it was on the stone floor of an abandoned sewer.

I pulled away the plastic curtains that covered the entrance.

It was dark and cold in there. A spooky, sheer moonlight fell through a window in the roof.

I heard water drops clink on metal.

I dropped my trolley on the ground. Unzipped my soaked hoodie and took off my shirt. It was cold in just my bra while I opened my trolley looking for a sweater.

"What the hell..."

I said out loud,

"I could've sworn I packed a sweater..."

As soon as I had spoken all around me lights went on, blinding my eyes.

I heard screams of voices I had never heard before. They sounded like boys, ages 14 through 19.

My sight cleared up and two guys pushed me up against a wall.

"Hey!" I screamed.

I heard one of the guys behind me laugh. The others gathered around us screaming, catcalling. Some of them were holding lead pipes thrusting them into the air as if they were going at war.
All of them were yelling.

"Who is it Hinsh?"

"Aye aye mami"

"C'mon Hinsh, let go of her. I'll take great care of her."

One of the older guys stepped in holding up an empty wine bottle.

"Are you a cop, bitch?"

He screamed very close to my face,

"Are you from the fucking police?"

A drop of his spit landed on my cheek.

"No! I'm not from the p-police!"

I said angry and confused.

I tried to talk to the two guys behind me.

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