Beyond Shadows (15th entry)

Ameylia White
St. Patrick's Square
10:45pm

I knew my brain was filled with everything about Brian. About that first day and how he stole glances at me. About that night when he stopped the car before the accident. About that conversation and how he spoke words which seemed to come from the other planet and about him here, now, in front of me cold in the winter air. He was still following me. And I hated it.
"What the hell you think you're doing here?" He whispered loudly then spied conspicuously at the beggars and other street people around whose eyes were on us.
"First a stalker, now you're my father huh?" I said ignoring his question.
"We got to get outta here." He said grabbing me on the arm and pulling me.
I jerked and free my arm. What did he want?
"Ameylia, stop doing this. Are you...are you trying to kill yourself?"
Kill myself? I chuckled and it was the most precious one i had. "I thought you know me. The street is my home." It was true. We fought dance competitions on streets. Guessed it was enough for me to call it home. He looked mad and concerned. No, not of course. It wasn't concern. Maybe it was something else.
"Ameylia...listen. Stop doing this..You're not like this."
"You stop doing this to me Brian."
We had gotten too much attention. I knew and I knew he did too. And when a huge man on a dirty black coat stood and started walking towards our way, I was scared. I smelled alcohol even when he was not near enough from me. I easily got scared, yes, all the time. On my genes, I guessed. But I wasn't coward so I just stood there and pretended to be okay. I looked at the guy and realized he was between 30 and 35 of years. I wasn't coward. I could stand by myself. I wasn't afraid. But Brian stood before me. " Don't move. Stay on my back okay? " I heard him siad under his breath. He was afraid. God! yeah, I was sure I could sense tension from him. "If this guy mess up, run. You hear me?"
"What?"
"Somefing wrong 'ere?" The man said. His eyes as red as blood. His moustache covering his thin lips. His smoke- smelling breath reached my nose. It stinked.
"Nothing. "
The man looked at me. I stared but Brian moved a bit more to hide me from the guy. I could feel my heart pounding.
"We're leaving..." Brian's voice broke the silence. It was with tense and i saw why. Two more men were on their way to us. trouble. All I could sense was the big trouble coming.

"Nice girl huh, ya gilfwend?" The man smirked.
No, of course not. "No." At least Brian didn't lie this time. "Not yet."
"What are you saying?"
"We have to go. nice meeting you fellas.." Then there he was again, grabbing me on the arm and pulled me out of the place.
"Don't touch me.. you.."
"They're gonna hurt you.."

"hey, you wait fo' me eah? Why not 'ave good time?"
I heard laughs from behind and hearing this made my feet faster. I forgot about Brian's hand on my arm. Running, we were almost running but not faster enough than the sound of feet rushing to us with laughters behind. I could picture it out on my head. Three drunk men running after us.
"Hurry.. run..go!" Brian let go of me. No, the men got him!
"Run!" He shouted as the two other men held him on both arms. The first man was running towards me.
"Run Amy! Get yourself out of here! Ah!!" They were hurting him.
Run. Run Amy. Shit! Why I couldn't leave him here. Let these guys kill him so he wouldn't ever go after me again?
"No."
"C'mon 'ere babe."
Brian shouting. Men punching and kicking him. Drunk man running towards me. And me, standing...staring at how stupid Brian was, telling me to leave him.
And a second...A familiar sound. Siren.