Author: asianinvasion30 PM
A girl running from her past...and from tragedy. She finds a future in Manhattan and faces her demons and helps a newsie, Race, face his as well. Not Finished..but there is still PLENTY to read! NEW CHAPTER UPDATES! chapter 37 is up!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Racetrack H. - Chapters: 41 - Words: 59,597 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 01-24-06 - Published: 02-18-04 - id: 1738389
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This is my first and as of now only fan fiction! Be proud of me that I even have this much done . This story takes place after two of my friend's stories (Angel's Story by pearblossom, and Bailey's Story by cowgoil10, these take place at the same time but from different points of view). Well this isn't quite done yet but I have just got started again and am on a roll! I hope you all like it enough to keep on reading until the end! Review if you have any comments , enjoy!
I was on my way to Manhattan. I had left in the dead of night from the lodger's house leaving only a note for the mistress of the house declaring my thanks. I now had to decide where to go. I had no family connections that I could take advantage of. In the end I decided to go to Manhattan since I figured it was a big city and easy to get lost in.
I was on the run. I had to leave take advantage of. In the end I decided to go to Manhattan since I figured it was a big city and easy to get lost in. my home in Harlem, though it hadn't been the best place to grow up. Even so it was the only place I knew. A few nights ago was when it happened.
I grew up with my mother in a small apartment above a shop where she worked as a seamstress. We made enough to get by and I helped out by selling the occasional paper.
That night I was walking down to the apartment after I had run to the market to buy some food for dinner. The lights were out in the upper floor above the shop but I could hear indistinct noises coming from it. I left the bag of what I had bought at the foot of the stairs as I walked into the back door of the shop. I softly crept up the stairs listening to the sounds from above. I came to a halt at the door to our apartment.
The voice I heard was threatening, the other pleading. The pleading voice was my mother.
"Haven't you had yer fun with me? Please," I heard muffled sobs, "just leave."
My throat began to tighten, my breath caught in my throat. "Shuddup lady, I know you'd talk. " I then heard the sound I'll never forget, the unmistakable sound of someone cocking a gun. On the edge of panic I turned the knob of the door at which I had been listening at. Both people turned to look at me.
My mother gasped "Brin!"
As we looked into each other's eyes the gun fired. My mother crumpled and I felt as though I was about to pass out. I couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't comprehend the inevitable, my mother was dead.
I suddenly remembered there was a murderer standing in the room with me. The murder weapon, the gun that had just killed my mother, was now pointed at me.
"Who are ye?" I managed to get out although I was still in a daze.
He chuckled and the sound made me shudder. "I don't think ya need to know that, since you won't be around to much longer." That blatant statement brought me out of my daze at least somewhat.
" You bastard, go to hell!" I shouted it and the loud noise seemed to slice through the silence just as the gun shot had seconds before. Again the shadowy figure chuckled.
"A young girl for such a foul mouth. I would just like you to know that your mother was raped before she died." I froze, the numbness replaced by a burning anger.
"Why her?" To me my voice sounded distant and too calm.
" I don't chose, I take my opportunities." The man paused "Enough talk. Say goodbye, dar'lin." No! I thought, I wasn't going to allow myself to be killed by the cold-blooded devil that raped and murdered my own mother. To me this wasn't even an option, but I didn't know what to do.
Miraculously the gun didn't fire.
"Fucking gun!" the shadowy figure muttered "I'll have to do this by hand."
I seized my opportunity and ran. Stumbling and almost falling down the stairs I made it to the landing at the bottom of them. To the door, the handle stuck, then I rammed into it and hearing heavy feet coming down the stairs after me, ran into the night.
I ran without stopping or looking back, ran as tears of fear, anger, and grief ran down my cheeks.
That night I took refuge at the lodging house that I came across late at night then left the next day for Manhattan.