"Is it really necessary to throw them out the window?" I yell in exasperation as I once again stop a man from falling eight floors.
I only get a grunt in reply and- is that a smile?
"Did you just-" I was cut short by another man being thrown by the...
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Brooklyn, New York 1933
"This garbage is getting old," I mutter as I stomp my way across the street. The busy streets of New York were forgotten to me as I had one goal in mind: get to that damn alley.
It wasn't that I spent my time lurking in dark alleys in Brooklyn.
I was simply observant and happened to see a real suspicious fella following a woman into that alley. Call me paranoid but a lot of things happen around here that I'd rather not think about.
I jump in surprise as an automobile honks at me.
"Get outta the way, girl!" A man with a bushy mustache yells at me as he waves his hand around, motioning for me to get away.
"Not even a please these days," I move out of his way and continue on my way to the alley where I can hear thumps and crashes. "Gotta keep moving."
Pushing past people going about their day, I struggle to make my way to my destination. My mission, however, was interrupted when a hand wraps themselves around my upper arm.
"Excuse me, miss?" The hand belonged to a young woman with pinned up blonde hair and a nice floral dress. "Would you mind helping me find this diner? I've been walking around and I'm afraid I still can't find it."
Noticing how fidgety the woman looked already, I sigh, smile, and look at the name of the diner. "Ruth's Diner huh? Keep going this way, turn right where the newspapers are, continue walking, and turn left to cross the street, keep going straight that way and you'll find the diner. Now, I'm really sorry but I need to go. Good luck!"
I spin around to rush to where I was previously headed. The woman looked confused at my actions but nevertheless continued walking.
The louder the crashes sounded, the harder I pushed people out of the way.
"Excuse me!"I keep repeating as I nearly begin to sprint. My harsh pushes earned me glares along with some shouts but I was beyond caring. If I got there too late to help that poor girl I would never forgive myself.
My heart is pounding in my chest as my body pushes itself to go faster. My dark green coat flaps behind me as my boots hit the ground.
The only thing I'm focusing on are the pleas of help coming from the alley. Can no one else hear them or do they just don't care?
Breathing heavily, I turn the corner to see the poor excuse of a man fumbling with the shirt of the woman. Her eyes are panicked as she struggles in his grasp and yells for help.
Anger builds up in me and I sprint towards them.
"Hey, pal! I think the lady here doesn't want you putting your grimy hands on her!"
