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"Closing in ten minutes!" A bored looking male barista with two earrings lets out in a falsetto.
Sheila glances down at her half finished macchiato, then puts away her iphone with the buzzfeed article half read.
I'll finish it on the subway she thinks as she sips her cold milky coffee.
Zipping up her purse she stands and heads towards the exit.
A black youth sitting in the back smiles and stands up, following her towards the exit.
Sheila doesn't get more than ten steps out of the starbucks before wondering how those inhuman police could have gunned down that innocent African-American. He had just finished highschool and was applying to yale the article on buzzfeed had said, and she just couldn't understand those racist savages in blue, pausing on the sidewalk she unzips her purse to get at her iphone.
Suddenly her arm is grabbed and she feels herself being pulled into the narrow alley between the starbucks and the borders book store.
"You say anything and I'll cut your fucking throat bitch" a low black voice utters into her ear as she feels something sharp prod her in the small of her back.
Stifling a cry she tries to turn and find out what's going on when another hand clamps over her mouth.
She is thrown into a dumpster and falls as the hot red blood gushes from a gash on her forehead.
"Fuck it we gonna have some fun first whore"
She look up through the red haze as a black male who looks to be about 16 advances towards her with a rusty switchblade held blade up in his right palm, a large smile splits his face, and suddenly she understands what is happening but not why.
So she does the worst thing she could do and screams.
His smile disappears and his face lights up with rage
"Goddamnit you cracker whore I told you what was going to happen!"
The barista passes the alley, the streetlights showing sheila him in full detail as his face jerks away from the scene and he steps away.
The knife slits her upper chest and tears away her skimpy belly shirt. The rapist spreads her legs and reverses the grip on his knife. Sheila tries to raise her hands and ward away this fate, but his hand is too strong and pulls this pathetic defense to to her side. Her arm pinned and a knife now inches from her face he speaks again.
"Last chance honkey, Shut the fuck up or I'll bleed you out!"
Releasing her wrist his left hand darts under her skirt.
Sheila can't believe this is happening, she attended a BLM protest last month, and always donated to the NAACP.
"I love blacks" she pleads
"I know whore" he responds with a smile again, and pulls away her panties.
"Fucking Nigger!" A voice cries from behind the youth and suddenly the smiling face is smacked into the wall.
Sheila starts screaming.
She looks up to see a man in denim jeans, white shirt and black leather jacket viciously kicking out towards her assailant.
His short cropped blonde hair rings a blemish free face, he is white, and he is violent.
Sheila tries to pull her panties up as blood from the youth splashes warm across her top.
The man is kicking the black and screaming more obscenities, the shock is overwhelming and sheila half stands before falling back away from the dumpster and the scene of havok playing out across her retinas.
Finally turning from the rapist the white man looks at her, and stretches his hand out towards her.
"Come on! Lets get the fuck out of here."
She grasps his hand and is pulled upright, then they are running from the alley. The man flicks blood from his knuckles as the leave the alley. The street is anything but empty, but no one looks twice.
An old firebird in blue is parked along the curb, a keyfob comes from the mans jacket and with a chirp, flash of headlights, and an audible click he puts it back before jerking the handle and opening the passenger seat. He pushes her in, half jumps half slides towards the drivers side and in seconds is seated besides her as a powerful engine roars to life.
"Who are you" she asks with eyes wide as saucers.
"Someone who doesn't look away" he almost growls as the car speeds away.