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When I was a little kid I used to play in the park all the time. I love all of the equipment, but my favorite piece of playground equipment that the park had, which was becoming increasingly rare, even back then, was the ever so magical merry-go-round. Well, one day on a Saturday when my mother was off from work, she took me to the park early before most of the other kids got there, and before traffic got too bad.
There was two girls there; a pretty little thing named Amélie Anderson, and an even more beautiful angel named Jessica Anderson who was her sister, and was years older. Amélie was about six, and, at the time of our meeting was a brunette, while her Jessica was already starting to go blond.
Both were a good few years old than me. I don't remember exactly how old I was at the time, but I remembered, at least, Amélie was six, and Jessica was already ten.
Well. Even though I was severely younger than Jessica, she was my first real crush, even as young as I was.
But I was just a little brat. I wasn't big enough to wander around on my own, I wasn't big enough to ride without tricycles, and I sure as heck wasn't old enough to date or know what love was.
I think she knew though. Or, rather, I KNEW, that she knew. How did I know? Well, I actually kissed her once on my fourth birthday. Jessica didn't return the same kiss, but did treat me to a kiss on the cheek.
But that single kiss would stay with me forever, my first kiss. I'd always remember how soft and creamy her lips felt, how warm they were, how her breath smelled so sweet that it made me think of candy, and how she smiled so angelically with her lips curving upward over her flawless, perfectly, porcelain white teeth when her lips left mine.
Around the time Mrs. Lake got pregnant the second time, which was around Jessica's twenty first birthday, tragedy struck the Lake family: Amélie was struck by a car while playing a game of catch with a few of the neighbors kids and rushed out into the street after the ball because the kid wouldn't shut up about it. They tried to rush her to the hospital, but by the time that they did get her there, it was already too late, and Amélie died.
She had been through countless relationships over the years, because in truth, Jessica was a helpless romantic at heart who just wanted to find the knight in shinning armor that she was destined to spend the rest of her life with. But no matter how hard she searched, no matter how many men that Jessica dated, it never seemed to really work out and she always ended up getting hurt...And every time she did, I fell into an uncontrollable rage wanting to kill whoever hurt her.
She was about to give up, but she had met Johnny Gaston when she hit seventeen. Things went smoothly between them and they were a perfect fit for each other; he never hurt her, they argued and fought, yes, but Johnny never hurt her and treated her how she deserved.
She was trying to move out of her parents' house, but was currently stuck at home living with them because she and Johnny couldn't seem to bring in enough money together. But on the plus side she got to watch as Amy grew up and walk and talk.
It was about 9 o'clock and I was heading home from my job...Which I didn't really enjoy that much. I was actually a janitor for Ripley's Supermarket. Lately it started to seem like the bathrooms were getting more disgusting and unsanitary the more I worked, with rancid diarrheal that smelled like someone had ten helpings of beans and broccoli, and things were only mad worse with blood splattered all over the toilets, floors and walls of the women's bathroom, making it look like a damn murder scene.
Sick bastards.
My phone started to ring in my pocket, but because I had more sense than most young kids, I decided to just leave it in my pocket until I hit a stoplight, which, conveniently I came to a stop to just by the fourth time 'Never Gonna Give You Up' played on my phone.
I reached into my pocket and pulled my phone up, saw it was Amy, and answered it, bringing the phone up to my ear while I watched the stoplight and waited for it to change colors.
"Amy, what's wrong?"
She said something about going out for a few milkshakes with some friends, and had thought of me, wondering if I wanted to tag along and hang out with them
"Milkshakes?" I laughed. "Sure! That'd be fine. Okay, I'll drop by after I get home and change."
I hit the end call button and just as I started to put my phone back into my rear pocket, the light turned green. I waited till a few cars drove ahead and then I resumed my drive back home.
I always found something really enchanting about the night, so I always looked forward to leaving at night and setting off on the road with the stars and pale moonlight shinning down. There was just something really cool about the night. At least I'd be seeing more of it than usual since I'd be going to hang out with Amy and her friends for a few hours.
I lived in a small town that was build around 1903. Many of the old buildings were never torn down, they were closed up, but weren't destroyed and were left as a reminder of the history that the town had.
A few of the stores were still in business, though that was only a few.
I noticed that the gas gauge was nearly empty, so I pulled up to the nearest gas station which was the last surviving gas station that was around since the town was built. Turning my Toyota off, I opened the door and stepped out, locking the car behind me before walking towards the entrance of the station. The gas station was pretty old; something you'd see from a ghost town. The building was made out of brick and the bricks were quite weathered along with one of the old gas pumps. There was a big sign on the building written in red bold print that said: 'Richford General Gasoline.'
The only thing that had really been changed about the store was that one of the old gas pumps was removed to make way for a modern one; but the actual inside of the store had taken upon a more modern appearance.
I noticed once I was inside that there was no one behind the counter. That was odd; I thought. But then I figured maybe the clerk was in the bathroom or something.
But soon I noticed a rather burly looking black male walking in, and walking towards me with a rather unfriendly look in his eyes.
He was about six foot two and he was dressed in all black; wearing a black tank top, black do-rag, and baggy pants that I only hoped weren't falling so low they showed off his ass, and wearing a gold chain around his neck and a few gold rings on his left hand.
I turned away.
I was taught not to make eye contact with shady looking people, because it could start something, but even though I had turned away, I could still hear the sound of his boots hitting the floor and growing in sound; signifying that he was getting uncomfortably closer to me.
Finally the footsteps stopped, and I slowly, very slowly, turned around to look back straight ahead of me, and there, standing right in front of me, staring at me with an uncomfortable glint in his dark brown eyes, was the same African American.
"I'm getting real tired of your brother's shit, cracka! Tell him to stop fucking around, and watch his bitch ass back!"
"I don't want any trouble."
"Well, you got it, cracka!"
"Just leave." I said.
"Fuck YOU!" He grabbed me.
He slammed me hard over the counter and pushed me against it, and upon impact with it, I cried out.
The taller black male pulled me away from the counter, then threw me forward, only to walk towards me pull me up to his face, and brought his right hand towards me, punching me over, and over, and over again in the face without mercy.
"Tired of you honkies runnin' round here actin' like you own the place. Maybe I should send your brother a message.." He showed me his golden grills while he smiled.
