This City

Chapter One: Mr Officer

solána imani rowe as NATALIE JOHNSON
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Chapter 1
The yellow flickering street lights of Hamilton Avenue, shun down the all to familiar road of New York.

Strong waves of cold air rushed past her body, she shivered rubbing her rough hands against her arms. Her once soft caramel brown skin was dry and dirty and a few cuts and bruises where visible.

Her once sweet innocent face distorted into that of hate.
Her once soft,red full lips where chapped and looked like they where scrubbing the floor for years.

Her face was wet tears,decorated themselves under her eyes. She had bags underneath her eyes due to the lack of sleep and the environment she would sleep in— by a rubbish bin.

Her red once ravishing high heels where broken and ready to be thrown away but she couldn't since the hard tar of the road would make her feet ache.

Her silver,silky dress was ruined, her thigh visible from the part that was torn off harshly.

Her finger nails black and dirty since she was digging for food in the black trashcans of the back ally by the Chinese restaurant.

She had never imagined herself digging in garbages for food, she had never thought that her life would reach to this stage where she would be eating dinner with rats and sharing beds with them. She was disgusted by everything and everyone that put her in this situation. But where did she get the power of hate when she was about to perish. 

She should be so upset plotting a plan for the wicked — but how could she if she was in the wrong? She was warned by her parents and yet she still didn't listen. Her family had pleaded for her to not go but she ignored they pleas.

The people she thought she was friends with her where gone— they had betrayed her when they heard she had no money whatsoever.

She was so caught up by love she had thought was there and money but was to blind to notice the glimpse of evil in the eyes of the man she thought she'd live with forever and ever. She was blinded by love that wasn't even there now she had to laugh at that. She could laugh at anything that had been happened to her, really. 

She had to laugh at the one where she thought she'd be marrying a man she only knew for 2 months.

But everyday something had always caught Natalie off guard she had a suddenly realised that she wasn't in love. She had never smiled,blushed and felt a single flutter of butterflies in her stomach whenever she'd see him. The only thing that she was in love with was... money.

Money was indeed a evil object. And she intended to never use it or touch it ever again. After what had happened to her she couldn't even contemplate about it. Not when it ruined her life and relationship with certain people who truly loved her.

Love something she would never ever feel until she is to die. And judging by the certain circumstances she was in that would be pretty much... soon. She had no problem with death at least she would get out of this disgusting life she had.

She thought she was selfish... Risking her life of her unmade child— She thought she was being selfish that her daughter or son didn't get to grow up and have a perfect life unlike her. But still she was making a right decision by not being here.

While walking down the narrow road a car passes by grabbing her attention. The car stops and the tune of Michael Bolton is heard from the black and shiny Lexus.

The owner slides his car window down. Revealing a male that had looked like it —she had started to unlike men after what happened to her. Referring them as ‘it's’ something colourful she had thought about— was Italian. Not that bad for a man. He had numerous tattoos inked around his neck and parts of his head where visible of them to.

Now she was nervous because it looked like it was dangerous. But she couldn't move,captivated by the handsomeness it mange to display. She was in daze as she stared at it's glistening dark brown eyes.

“Buona sera,belle,” It slurrs “Wanna try head to ma' crib?” It asks with a smirk.

Natalie takes in the fact that he was a cop and had no idea of how to cat call but still she was highly offended that he had mistaken her as a prostitute —Prephaps she had favoured money but she was defiantly not a girl with loose morals. She could never be, she respected herself a lot to be one, “I am not a prostitute thank you very much so if you would kindly leave me alone,Mr officer.” She scoffs lightly, walking away limping because of the aching shoes she had worn.

The man soon gets out the car and managing to catch up to her. He holds her shoulder firmly turning her around asking,“Who said I was a cop, belle?”

Soon he hits Natalie on her forehead with his black pistol gun. Natalie's body goes limp hitting the hard pavement. Alessandro grabs the petite body pulling her over his shoulder.

Smirking to himself thinking about how his boss would reward him for finding this fine thing on the street and how much money they would make out of her. He throws Natalie in the car trunk but not after injecting her with anaesthetic making her fall deep into slumber. Surely she would wake tomorrow in the afternoon he thought. He closes the trunk creating a loud thud and swiftly getting inside the car and putting away his goods.

He soon takes out his cellphone and calls his friend Raymond.

“Tell Val that I'm on my way,” He chuckles through the phone. He taps the end button turning the volume high up hearing the voice of Michael Bolton again. He hums softly and imagines the amount of money he'd make. He starts driving making his way to his destination.

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—H.M

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