Thu Jun 18, 2015 10:33 am by 
Prologue
four years earlier
Amani Tynes’ thirteen-year-old feet continuously hit the pavement as she raced to get away from him. Tears streamed down her almond shaped eyes as she pushed herself to go faster. She had to go faster. No matter how tired she got, going back wasn’t an option. And going back would be the outcome if she slowed her pace down even by a second. The sound of her stepfather’s feet and yells were enough to push her harder as she continued her run. . This was dangerous but she couldn’t think of all the possibilities right now. Even her thirteen-year-old self knew that quite possibly death was better than what she would have endure if he caught her. His yells got louder(and slurred more due to the bottle in his brown paper bag). His feet also slowed as he heaved.
Even with the activity going on in her body, she couldn’t stop the feeling of cold Brooklyn air. It felt as if instead of hitting her dark brown skin, it decided to hit her small bones instead. Night had already nestled in its place, but she couldn’t pay attention to her long time fear of the dark. It seemed to be especially dark tonight, the darkness seemed to engulf half of the buildings and hide them in its shadow That fear played more than second fiddle to her fear of Troy, the man chasing her down the street. She heard his feet stop moving but she still ran and didn’t look back. She felt exhausted, she had been running for…a long time, time wasn’t important when she was battling for freedom, life, and a chance to have a childhood. But it seemed as soon as Troy entered her and her mother’s life, childhood was nothing but a fleeting memory.
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Quinton Wilson was on his way home, tinted windows up while No Ceilings blasted. In his opinion, it was the best thing Wayne had done since his old days, when he was hungry for the fame and money. Quinton shared that same hunger and therefore recognized it in any song lyric or person. He slowed to a stop and turned the heater on. His brown eyes scanned the desolate streets as he got ready to turn. Then over Lil’ Wayne rapping he heard a shriek.
Que wasn’t a heartless person, but over the years in Brooklyn, he learned very quickly to stay out of other people’s affairs. He had too much on his own plate anyway. He was sixteen, taking care of his sick mother, and in the streets… heavy. Right as he was about to turn, he saw her. She was small, looked like a small girl running. What the hell was she doing out here? Didn’t she know Brooklyn in itself was dangerous, especially this street? He glanced at the clock, it was two in the morning. Fighting his first mind but going with his jut, he couldn’t help but park and jog over to the girl.
Amani collapsed by the side of the building. Tears were drenching her dirty face now. She wiped them away continuously and started to ponder on her hopeless situation. Amani didn’t have a place to go, she didn’t have any money, she didn’t have any food, and she didn’t have any friends. She might as well had gone back to Troy, at least only her spirit-and maybe a few bones- would be broken there.
She glanced up and saw a guy coming towards her. Immediately she recognized who he was and tried to get up, but tired, her limbs gave out. Yep, she was sure to die tonight. The infamous Quinton “Que” Wilson was approaching her, she was cold-no jacket-, hungry, and tired. This couldn’t end well. She said a prayer and asked God for her demise to be swift right before he reached her.
He looked over her slim frame and felt bad for her. Sympathy was not something he gave often and easily but one glimpse at the poor girl and you could tell she deserved it. “Why you out here?” He didn’t want to share too many words with the girl, for all he knew this was a setup.
“I have no place else to be,” She responded weakly before coughing. He shook his head and thought about what he was about to say to her.
“Come on, my car’s running.”
She turned to him and managed a frown, “I know who you are. Why should I trust you?” She spat.
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Quinton Wilson was on his way home, tinted windows up while No Ceilings blasted. In his opinion, it was the best thing Wayne had done since his old days, when he was hungry for the fame and money. Quinton shared that same hunger and therefore recognized it in any song lyric or person. He slowed to a stop and turned the heater on. His brown eyes scanned the desolate streets as he got ready to turn. Then over Lil’ Wayne rapping he heard a shriek.
Que wasn’t a heartless person, but over the years in Brooklyn, he learned very quickly to stay out of other people’s affairs. He had too much on his own plate anyway. He was sixteen, taking care of his sick mother, and in the streets… heavy. Right as he was about to turn, he saw her. She was small, looked like a small girl running. What the hell was she doing out here? Didn’t she know Brooklyn in itself was dangerous, especially this street? He glanced at the clock, it was two in the morning. Fighting his first mind but going with his jut, he couldn’t help but park and jog over to the girl.
Amani collapsed by the side of the building. Tears were drenching her dirty face now. She wiped them away continuously and started to ponder on her hopeless situation. Amani didn’t have a place to go, she didn’t have any money, she didn’t have any food, and she didn’t have any friends. She might as well had gone back to Troy, at least only her spirit-and maybe a few bones- would be broken there.
She glanced up and saw a guy coming towards her. Immediately she recognized who he was and tried to get up, but tired, her limbs gave out. Yep, she was sure to die tonight. The infamous Quinton “Que” Wilson was approaching her, she was cold-no jacket-, hungry, and tired. This couldn’t end well. She said a prayer and asked God for her demise to be swift right before he reached her.
He looked over her slim frame and felt bad for her. Sympathy was not something he gave often and easily but one glimpse at the poor girl and you could tell she deserved it. “Why you out here?” He didn’t want to share too many words with the girl, for all he knew this was a setup.
“I have no place else to be,” She responded weakly before coughing. He shook his head and thought about what he was about to say to her.
“Come on, my car’s running.”
She turned to him and managed a frown, “I know who you are. Why should I trust you?” She spat.
He laughed dryly at her, she was out here about to freeze to death and here she was turning down help. No matter what, he couldn’t leave her here. He couldn’t let her suffer the fate that his own little sister had. He scooped her up in his arms before she could protest, “Because you don't have a choice."
Last edited by pureSEDUCTION on Sat Sep 04, 2010 8:31 am; edited 2 times in total
add soon!!!