Chapter Two

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He watched her, the way she moved her hips. He watched the way she made her booty calls, her sensual motions, her teasing, and the way she was so easy.

She pulled guys out of the club one by one to screw them in the backseat of a car, sometimes six or seven in a night, the only thing stopping her was that her arms were to full of money…

He loved how she looked. She was absolutely beautiful, and she had so much potential. With him.

Instead, she preferred snorting lines of cocaine with a group of boys waiting to take advantage with the girl in the mini skirt.

She was a train track, a hot mess, an absolute…slut.

She was a slutty whore, strutting around the alleys of Brooklyn drunk and intoxicated, a cigarette hanging off her lips.

Kid stood tucked in a crevice of the alleyway, watching her slip deep into the alley with a man staring directly at her hips; as she swayed back and forth…

His intentions were twisted and disgusting, his desperation leading to a point where he had to pay a woman for sexual desire.

But was she desperate too?

She needed money, money for her and her sister to eat.

There was something else…

She needed love. She needed someone to love her and want her.

But this wasn't the way!

She can't see what she is doing to herself, can she?

The man pulled the cigarette from her lips and flung it behind him, pulled a pocketknife from his pocket, and shoved it under the girl's shirt. She grew terrified and shoved her hands outward to push him away.

Slap.

The sound of a hand against flesh was loud and unmistakeable. Ropes, ropes binding her wrists together. It was rubbing her skin raw. Her eyes were teary, full of
hopeless and miserable tears.

Kid knew he was only here to observe, not to interfere. It took everything he had to not run over and beat the man, but that wasn't his role.

Within minutes, she was left alone and naked in the alley, another dose of innocence gone. Her body was covered in scratches, bruises, scrapes, blood and tear and sweat rivers. She was crumbling, falling, tipping over the edge.

He continued to watch her.

It was too dark to see anything anymore.

He followed the sound of her tears until he could tell she was right in front of her.

She couldn't see him.

He left a gentle kiss on her the bridge of her nose, soaked in salty tears. "it's going to be okay," he whispered, "You'll find help."

Liz still doesn't know that boy was Kid.