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of her shoe. “Get him, Candy!” she screamed for help. “Fuck his ass up!”
    I rolled onto my knees and jumped in, but then he locked his hands around Mama's throat. She kept right on swinging home runs with her shoe.
    I punched his old ass all in the back of his head and threw a few quick roundhouses at his face. I scratched the shit out of him too. Clawing my nails down his skin and raking them all over his wrinkled red-ass neck as deep as I could.
    But he was trying to kill Mama.
    She was gurgling now and barely swinging her shoe at all. I knew I had to do something quick, but nothing seemed to be affecting him because old boy was in another zone.
    So I climbed on his back. I grabbed a handful of his face and felt for his eyeballs and proceeded to dig those shits out.
    He bucked and screamed and tried to shake me off, but I dug my pointer fingers so deep into his sockets that I probably poked him in his brain. I guess it worked because the next thing I knew he let go of Mama and swung around to knock the shit out of me.
    I felt my head crack against the dashboard and then he was on me. Choking me the same way he had just choked Mama.
    I fought that fucker with a strength I didn't even know I had, 'cause all I could think about was my throat. My voice. My vocal cords. My future singing career.
    I had landed in an awkward position with my head jammed between the dashboard and the front windshield. Dude was laying on top of me, his full weight pressing me down. We were close enough to tongue-kiss and I went for his eyeballs again.
    He was smarter this time and pushed himself backward to avoid my clawing hands. He choked me with a fury, and I felt myself blacking out and got real scared. If Mama was already dead in the backseat and I didn't make it out either, who was gonna take care of Caramel?
    I fought even harder. I tried to throw him off me and suck in a tiny bit of air, but my eyes felt like they was bulging and he was squeezing my breath away. There was nothing I could do and my struggling got weaker and weaker.
    Then somebody snatched open the car door and there was a whole lot of noise. Cursing voices. A tall white man was punching the shit out of him, hitting him so hard the old trick let me go and fell halfway out the car.
    “Thank you,” I croaked as I grabbed my throat and suckedin sweet, cool air. My savior had dragged the trick all the way out of the car, and I struggled to sit up and look over the backseat. Mama was still laid out, but at least she was moving. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I whispered in gratitude, holding my throat with both hands. Tears ran from my eyes and my neck felt like it was crushed and on fire. But if I could talk, I could sing.
God, please let me be able to sing.
    “Thank me?” the tall man said, breathing hard as he propped the trick up against the side of the car. “Getthefuckouttahere.” And that's when I heard the sirens coming down the block. “You two whores picked the wrong street to work tonight. Don't thank me because both of you bitches are going to jail.”

    A s it turned out, my savior's name was Nicky Gabriano, and it wasn't until the cops had me and Mama up against their squad car that he realized how young I really was. He'd looked at Mama with disgust and called her a couple of dirty bitches for trying to prostitute her own daughter out in the streets, but he stared at me with pity.
    I knew what it looked like. Nicky had no way of knowing it was all just a con, but there was no way I was gonna open my mouth and say some shit that might get me and Mama hit with even more charges. Still, Nicky felt sorry for me, and later on I would find out that he was really from L.A. and the only reason he had been in that neighborhood was because he was in New York on business and screwing some married woman who lived on that street.
    Mama's shit was done. She'd been arrested for prostitution so many times that there was no way she was walking after acharge of