Angie was walking along the busy streets of Manhattan. She was wearing her darkest clothes and sticking to the shadows. Angie was wearing a navy long sleeve shirt and black jeans with her dark blue tennis shoes. She had finally slipped out of the house while her father was out and her mother was asleep. Angie was staying to the shadows so no one would see the black eye she was sporting.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice when a guy came up beside her. "Hello" the guy said. "Hi" Angie replied timidly. She didn't want to be near people right now. "My name's Riff" the newly named Riff told her. "Angie Johnson." They walked into the sunlight in the alleyway.
Riff looked at her face, which was covered by midnight black hair. He reached his hand up and brushed away the hair to reveal a beautiful face with two ocean blue orbs for eyes. One of them had a dark bluish black bruise surrounding it. Riff's eyes grew concerned. "Who roughed up your pretty face?" he asked.
"J-just my dad…" she squeaked. Angie quickly put her bangs back over her eyes. Riff was angry. No one's old man should be beating them! "Come on" Riff said while grabbing her wrist and dragging her off. "Where are you taking me!" Angie asked panic creeping into her voice.
"Relax Ang. We're just going to see my friends." he stated as they got to a back street. "No! I don't even know you! I don't want to go with you!" Angie shouted while trying to run. Riff had a good grip on her arm so it didn't work but she kept trying anyway. She didn't like this. What if they were going to kill her? But, Riff seemed so nice….
Riff stopped walking and grabbed Angie's other hand. Angie stopped trying to run. "We won't hurt you Ang. We just want to help ya" Riff explained. " Why would you want to help me for?" She said. Her eyes sparkling with tears.