Chapter One

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Dee's POV

I open my music app and starts playing some loud rock music as I make my way down hill on the dusty chilly late hours of the day. I walk toward a group of guys that are acting to pull on some tough guy gangsta look, I put my volume on max and eye them with pity of the crown they are claiming for. I look both ways be cross the road to the other side that had no one on it.

I love sunsets, or atleast I can say I use to. The moments where the sun, after being all bright and radiating power over everything on earth finally bows down and kiss the earth goodbye as it "apparently go feed it's babies." The beautiful light spectrum in the sky. The darkening of everything else on the earth and the orange coloured sky with the intensity of it's brightness lightening as you move towards the kneeling sun. And then, let there be little puffy  clouds and a little breeze that blows gently and  soothingly.

But that was then, now sunsets are the begining of sad moments. Times I would like to erase from my existence. As for now, am headed to an operation taking place on the far end of the town. I girl is getting kidnapped today. We have been keeping track of her since last week. As for today, she will be coming from a charity event where she was doing something with the less fortunate kids from the orphanage in the CBD apparently. I on the other hand  is tasked to distract her and get her home a little bit late then usual so that we give the guys that hacked the camera system time to fake a brutal kidnapping.

I make it at the spot five minutes earlier and I set myself up. Took off the hoodie that covered my bruised face and pulled out an old non functioning phone with a brocken screen. Composed myself alongside their far house corner as a robbed guy who is terribly hurt. I noticed her walking towards the house and started faking some heavy breathing and somewhat crying. I swear I should just go joint theater already.

She looks up from her phone as she walks towards where I was and looked at me curiously. Ok, I knew this kid from school in her uniform. No one told me she was a tomboy. So now am evaluating the propability of her buying my act. You know that moment when someone just acts totally out of proportion. And you like have to look at them carefully to see if you pulled the act on the right person!? Yeh, that's the moment. So I am trying to see if she is the one through my apparently swollen eyes.

This bitch is savage af. She comes to me and like do this thing were she is like kicking me this other long distance kick kao. You see those kick in(s) the goalies do!? Yeah that type of kick. Nearly run off my ass but I remember the magnitude of the damage this guys could do to me compared to what her kick could. I managed a not soo hurt person's "please don't" before her kick landed. She squats on front of me and I get the view of the Timberland that could have kicked a part of me seconds ago. This guys must start doing proper research before they send us on operations kao.

"Eyo, Sup!? What happened Broo!?" She says kinda laughing it off. This bitch is making my acting so effing hard right now. Like how am I supposed to pull on an act while this chick acting like the me. It's like she checking me up or something. Like she already know am playing her. Am convincing my ass hard time not to laugh right now for real. So I don't even answer I just look at her closely to check for signs of pulling up an act but I just meet her caring eyes that remind me of my mom's and Maya's. 

"Ok, get your bums off the grounds and your feet on and let's go get some cubes from Boykie to fix your face." She says this time in a more caring tone. I pull myself together and lean on her shoulder. We walk about two meters away from the house and the big guys do thier things. Pull up on us and throw us both in a black SUV. This chick nearly messed up the whole plan. Her ass suppose to take me to thier house, not some Barber dude name Boykei, Yerrr!!!

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