Savage Sweethearts

Chapter Three

River

I shot outside the salon and pushed passed the crowd that was now forming, breathing heavily.

People stopped and stared as paramedics rushed the scene and as I crept up to the front I began moving slower and slower, scared of what I might see. Another soul dead and gone, you never get used to it.

"What happened?" A few people whispered behind me.

As I edged closer to the front of the crowd my eyes widened. It was a hit and run. There laying in front of the crowd was a girl who appeared of the Filipino decent. Her black oversized graphic tee showed that her legs were banged up with scrapes and bruises. Judging by the smaller frame of her stature I thought, that this was the end for her. There's no way a small little thing like her could survive a hit on impact like that.

Shit at all, for that matter!

I had a feeling some would be offended by the 'biased opinion,' I held for those that weren't above 5 foot.

Well whatever, many people had been offended by her before, she was too truthful, they would say.

My heart sunk a little bit as the paramedics jumped out of the truck to load her body onto the stretcher. As I peered in a little closer I couldn't help get the feeling that I knew the girl from somewhere.

She had tan olive skin, beautiful dark hair, and her whole left arm was tatted. The way she was slumped in the stretcher made me feel a little bad. She looked hopeless. I looked around and no one came to her aid. Not even while they lifted her in the stretcher. Was she alone? No one travel's alone in Harlem. Well, at least not in this area.

Man, I hope if I ever have an accident I have someone to at least come in with me.

Part of me wanted to jump in the ambulance with her. Just in case if she woke up someone could be there to tell her that that bike she rode in on is DONE. My lips pursed in disappointment. Unfortunately, that type of kindness out here can get you killed. I already had issues of my own and judging by the "Encrypted," tattoo on her forearm, they weren't undeserved. She had to be apart of a clique. Maybe it's best I didn't help after all. She'd be okay.

Yeah...

Right...?

"YO RIVER!" I heard someone call out to me.

I turned my head as the voice came closer. Suddenly, I felt a tug on my arm. "What the-"

"River where have you been I've been looking all over for you," As I turned my head I saw two sharp hazel eyes glaring at me.

"Eden, what did I tell you about sneaking up on me like that?"

Eden was glaring at me heatedly, blowing her frizzy hair repeatedly out of her face with every huffy breath. Her friend was wearing a thin red crop op, small black jean shorts folded because of the oversize. Her right ear, which was pierced all the way up to the top and down to the lobe, had small, little crystals hooked into each hole.

Eden's afro blew in the wind. She snorted when she noticed the profanity written on her shirt, "Suck Dick," was rather rude, but still quite funny in her opinion.

The girl gripped her backpack, letting go of her anger and replacing it nonchalance.

"You know Deb gon' kill you if she see's you with that on,"

She laughed, "Please, she knows she loves me. Besides, that's the least of her worries I'm sure," she added with an indignant sniff.

"That ain't the point," I waved her off looking back at the ambulance that was now driving away.