~ nicole was a runaway, an outcast. roaming the streets of la she came across a certain boy who took her in. she had found a home and family of her own, but it turns out a certain band soon was her new family. after living with him, she realized she...
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1978
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DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES; an area that became crowded with rebellious youth that flooded the streets once the sun had set ever since the early decade. clubs were constantly packed and full of new and never seen before bands and artists, as well as bars and strip joints filled with drunk and greedy men who pried on women in clad lace panties to take their hard earned money. in the 60s new york was the place to be, but now the happening place was on the west coast.
so what better place to start over in a place like the sunset strip? and that's exactly what young nicole was doing. earlier on that day she had convinced herself that running away was the best idea she's ever had. it was the only solution to really get away, and she was finally a legal adult to up and leave on her own.
so in her home back in seattle, while her dad was out at a bar, she had packed up whatever was necessary that could fit in her small backpack and took a bus to california. sure, she would miss the few friends she had back at home but it was worth it to leave her old life in the past. she wanted to become a version of herself she always wanted to be, which was to simply be free and careless.
it was currently getting close to quarter till 10, the sun had gone down and grey gloomy clouds covered the sky. nicki's feet was starting to ache from her converse which had no support whatsoever, hair fuzzy with humidity. she finally came across a bar, figuring that was the best place to go at the moment.
the club was crowded inside, mostly men gathered around the stage and bar watching a young band play. it was hazy from the smoke and as dark as ever with only the stage lights being a source. she plopped down cautiously on a bar stool and tried her best not to make eye contact with anyone.
"for you, hun?" the bartender turned to her while shoving ice in a glass. "coke and captain please." she said exhausted, rubbing her temples with her hands and settling her chin on her forearms until her drink came around. she nearly spent more than an hour in there, now close to midnight with three glasses down.
she decided to be on her way, probably to go along to streets and maybe find a bus stop she could rest at. what a pathetic way to end a day. so she exited the bar, walking out into the cool air and her clunky doc's stomped along the pavement. it was brighter than she expected now, fluorescent neon signs and bars with lines of people outside come alive in the night.
just as she crossed an alley along the bar, she spotted a man leaning against the side of the building. he was eyeing her and she suddenly felt really uneasy. his stare burning into her while his large hand pulled an empty beer bottle from his lips. "hey pretty thing." he cooed, clearly drunk and started to stumble closer. nicole was frozen on the spot as he stalked up to her, big and bulky the man being twice her size. "where you headed?"
