David Priestley hadn't felt such raw anger and power in his whole life. Sure, he was only a young man of twenty four, but that's a long time to live without feeling this way. It was adrenaline and rage. He was talking to a pretty lady named Rebecca one second, then suddenly some older men began shouting at him inside a bar called Ronnie's which was within the New York district of Queens. It was a busy Saturday night, the bar was full of people, most just wanted a good time but others came out looking for a fight, some just wanted a shag. Now, Rebecca was already some guy's gal. Of course, David didn't know this, yet that's why he was confronted by a short Italian American man and three other men in sharp, black suits.
"That's my gal, you get your own!" The short one yelled.
"Who are you?!" David asked.
"Vince Samaris." The man said, "Rebecca's my gal, now get outta here!"
"No!" David pushed him.
"Oh, big mistake!" Vince screamed, punching David square in the face, that's when he first felt that anger and power; otherwise known as rage! David unleashed the animal deep inside him, fighting back like a pro boxer. He thought this was life or death and fought so accordingly, slamming Vince's head against the bar counter knocking him out, before throwing fists with the other three Samaris gangsters. Things got bloody and many screamed, including Rebecca who fled the bar with most of the customers.
"You're going to pay, bitch!" One of them pulled out a switch blade and pointed the dagger in David's direction.
"Shit!" David winced, backing away and snatching a nearby glass bottle, breaking it in the face of his assailant with a nice loud smash.
"Mother fucker!" The gangster screamed hysterically, dropping his weapon and holding his face.
"You're fucking dead, kid!" The other two spat at David as he fled the bar. Police sirens were already sounding off in the distance approaching him. David waited, but Rebecca turned.
"Don't wait around!" She warned him.
"Why not, I was assaulted!"
"You don't understand!" She shook her head, "those men were Samaris!"
"Oh shit!" David gasped.
"Yeah, so you better run! Come with me!" She pulled his hand and together they fled into the darkness.
After an hour of running, they escaped the cops and mafia, walking into a run down diner. They sat down in a quiet booth together.
"We've got to leave New York." She said quietly.
"What?! I can't just up and leave, I still live with my ma!"
"You need to stay away from her, they'll come after her too, they have no idea who you are. Let's keep it that way."
"Ok, slow down..." David breathed heavily, "how am I supposed to survive out there? I live with my mother because I'm basically broke."
"Well, I'm not." She said, "I'll help you."
"Why?" David eyed her suspiciously, "you don't even know me."
"Vince thought he owed me. I- I was sick of it. I was afraid... It's why I spoke to you." She held his hand. David blushed.
"This is crazy." He chuckled softly.
"Like a love story." She added, with a smirk.
"What are you having?" A waitress interrupted them, standing at the end of the table with a pen and paper, waiting to take their orders.
"Just two colas." Rebecca answered.
"Anything else."
"Yeah, I'll ha-"
"No." Rebecca butted in, "we're in a rush, remember, honey?"
"Just the colas then." David nodded with a weak smile, he was actually pretty hungry.
"We gotta run." Rebecca told him.
"What, right now?!"
"No... we pay for the drinks, down them and flee! The Samaris will be looking for both of us now."
"I understand."
"Here you are." The waitress returned, then to her surprise they drank both drinks in one short gulp.
"Thanks!" Rebecca handed her a five dollar note.
"It's only three dollar fifty."
"The rest is your tip." Rebecca replied, then she looked at David, "let's go!"
Unfortunately this love story wasn't meant to be, the two of them had spent far too long in the diner when they should have kept running. Just outside, a long black limousine pulled up alongside them.
"Oh fuck, they found us!" Rebecca screamed in terror the passenger windows rolled down to reveal a collection of arms holding pistols in their direction.
"I love you, Rebecca!" David cried, before he and her were shot down in the street like dogs. The limousine sped off, leaving the two lovers dead.
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Joseph Roy Wright
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My name is Joseph Roy Wright, the British author of over 30 Independent novels!
I like to write about movies, pop culture, fiction and horror! I review all the latest films (and classics), I also like to write short stories.
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