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goddamn nobody with zero means and a million fucking problems. He was destined to fade into obscurity, back on his side of the tracks, and any day he’d get caught for his crimes and those cuffs would wrap around his wrists where they belonged and take him away. He almost hoped for that to happen just so he wouldn’t have to try so hard to survive in this world any longer.
    He’d fade away in Kate’s thoughts in a few days when she reflected back on his nasty couch in his nasty apartment. She’d realize she could have more than that, and he’d be a forgotten memory, maybe touched upon with shame throughout the years. He nodded to himself at the thought, figuring she’d probably end up with some lawyer her father would approve of. She’d become a career woman in a powerful relationship, then she’d buy a house and pop out a couple kids and never wonder of him again.
    Marcus continued looking out the window, taking in the change of scenery as he went. From skylines and thriving businesses to shitty storefronts and crumbling houses. This was his reality, harsh and cold, empty and incomplete. Normally it didn’t bother him. He’d knock back the alcohol and the coke to numb his surroundings. But he was fucking sober as a nun right now, and shit felt horrible. Reality felt like a punch to the face. Sure, he could get laid easily, but he couldn’t keep a girl if his life depended on it.
    It was still dark, and he was only a few blocks from his apartment at a stop light when he spotted a figure. It was a young dark haired girl no older than fifteen, and she appeared to be in a hurry, walking hastily down the empty sidewalk across from him, clutching the strap of her backpack in one hand and looking over her shoulder every couple seconds. He followed her line of sight and it took him a few moments to understand why. A guy in a hoodie half a block away followed in her steps, moving equally as fast in an effort to catch up.
    Marcus waited impatiently for the light to turn green. His knee bobbed up and down as his sights remained on the girl. When she rounded a corner out of sight, he felt a cold feeling run down his spine. The guy in the hoodie started to round the corner too, picking up his pace before he disappeared out of view.
    Shit.
    Fucking shit.
    The streets were still deserted. It wasn’t even 6 in the morning. Typical of his neighbourhood to still be sleeping. Bunch of intentionally unemployed drugged-up bastards, like him.
    “Just turn fucking green already,” Marcus growled at the light.
    The second it did, he pressed down on the gas and his sedan sped down the street, turning the same corner the girl did. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, unsure of what he’d find as he went.
    Then it hit him like a bucket of ice had settled into the pit of his stomach. The girl’s backpack was on the ground and she was feet away, her back flush against the front of the man. She didn’t make a sound, and he found it odd, until the man turned just slightly in his direction, and Marcus saw the hand over her mouth as he began dragging her into a nearby alleyway.
    Without thinking, he opened the glove compartment and pulled out his pocketknife. He usually kept it on him in case some dickhead tried to car jack him, but with Kate close last night, he didn’t want to carry any weapon in case she noticed it and got spooked. He left the car running as he stepped out and hurried to the alleyway they were in. He slowed down just as he approached it, and peeked his head into the pocket of darkness.
    “Just stop moving,” the man’s voice hissed as he shoved her up against the wall.
    “Fuck you,” she snapped against his hand.
    “This doesn’t have to be a fight. Just stop moving and we’ll be done.”
    But the girl wouldn’t stop moving. She flailed her body around, and then the man suddenly howled out in pain. His hand dropped from her mouth, shaking it in pain from the bite she’d given him.
    “You fucking bitch!”