"You have nobody to blame but yourself," —Image Walker.
Eden Park Projects
Stars dotted the night sky, illuminating the still vehicle.
Citrus looked out the window, taking in the full moon. With the it being slightly open, she felt the breeze from outside. It wasn't much but it was present enough to the point goosebumps formed along the ridges of her dark skin. She spaced out taking in how the stars would glide against it's less than dull background.
There wasn't much to say about the color black, or what lingered in the abyss known as darkness. She just knew that the stars and moon brought life to the night, and that's all. It was ironic how beautiful this setting was, considering the very event she had just taken part in was far from such.
The once accomplished feeling she sported while fleeing from the Bukhara Estate was no more.
The low hum of the radio and Image's loud tapping was all the noise to fill the vehicle.
Citrus watched as Image held her phone close to her ear. The girl was the most impatient person she had ever come across.
"Oh my fuckin," Image let out a sigh as she got sent to voicemail once more.
She turned her headlights down and removed her phone from her ear, clicking the red icon and tossing it into the cup holder.
"What's wrong?"
"I guess they want us to come in and get them," She looked at Citrus.
"What?" Citrus raised her brows, "They're supposed to meet us out here."
"And they haven't," Image looked down at her phone once more, "Look sis we're on a timeline, and we don't have time for the back and forth, they're probably counting the money with their greedy asses. So just go and get them, and make it quick."
"Me? You're not coming with me?"
"Um no," Image waved her off, "I'm the lookout and get away driver, remember? Just hurry and go get them, we have ta' meet Yair at the spot."
Citrus looked out the windshield.
The whole neighborhood was silent, no sort of activity or movement in sight. For the first time ever Eden resembled a ghost town. Though, the street lights pointed across the roof of the car, allowing her to see a figure lurking in the night.
She furrowed her brows together, as an unfamiliar feeling washed over her. Looking towards Image, Citrus was caught off guard. Image's hands were no longer on the steering wheel but placed at her sides. Citrus moved her eyes along Image's waist. There was a very obvious bulge underneath that area of her dress. Citrus knew that they all had weapons but she was the only one with a gun. So, it had to of been a knife or something.
"Can you show me your hands?" She cocked her head to the side.
Image flicked her pink tongue along the top row of her teeth, her own eyesight focusing in on Citrus's side. She let out a lifeless laugh and shook her head. Within the blink of an eye, she reached across the console and grabbed a hold of Citrus's head. With swift movements she slammed her head amongst the glass causing a crack to form at the tip of the window.
Citrus screamed in havoc. An intense pain erupted throughout her head as Image continued to pound it into the window.
"Stop!" Citrus wildly swung her hands trying her best to get a feel of Image.
Though it was hard, as the way Image's body and hands were positioned prevented Citrus from moving too much.
"Don't even try it," Image seethed, "Put your hands back on your lap!"
"Let go of me!!"
Without warning, the car door was rapidly snatched open, jolting the whole vehicle. Citrus screamed at the top of her lungs as a large hand connected with her straight hair, and yanked her out onto the cold cement. She didn't think to make out the exact person, as her dominate hand went to fish for her own weapon...just to find it gone.
"Told you to go," Image voiced, "You have nobody to blame but yourself."
Citrus's eyes locked in with hers. Image had stepped out of the car, her brown legs making her way around to the passenger side. There in her hand, laid the very gun that Citrus had used earlier.
"Somebody help me!" She screamed in fear.
The man's grip grew tighter. She still didn't think to look up and identify him, but she knew that off of his strength alone, it was a guy. She kicked and screamed as he dragged her towards Yair's apartment door.
"I'm sorry girl," Image exhaled, "Thank you for everything though."
Footsteps approached the scene, as a face was soon met with them. Honour Teal appeared at Image's side and shook his head in disappointment.
"I tried to tell you Citrus," He explained.
"What?" Citrus's face fell, "Help me!" She screamed, "Somebody help me!"
"Shut up!" The assailant ordered.
"Get off!" Citrus thrusted within his hold, "Let go of me!"
Growing tired from fighting against her restraint, the assailant reached down sending his right fist into Citrus's face. The impact was so great that a loud crack echoed throughout the night.
He had knocked her out cold.
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