My feet were running faster than my mind could process them. ‘What could I say?’ or ‘Would she even listen to me, someone who’s homeless?’ I had to do something, after all she could be somebody’s mother.
The early morning air was pushing hard against my chest, making it harder to catch my breath. I felt like I was running in slow motion. I glanced around at the store fronts, trying to remember ‘did I already pass by that one?’ My mind was going crazy trying to reach her in time. I just didn’t know anymore, I just didn’t know. But I had to reach her before she tried to wake up Scott.
My breathing was coming quicker and quicker, I could barely swallow. I was taking in more air than I wanted to. I had to say something, but if I did that I might wake up Scott. And everyone on the street knew if you woke up Scott too quickly, he’d wake up fighting.
Scott wasn’t a small man, he looked more like a Neanderthal stuffed into a Black Pink Floyd T-shirt. Whatever had happen to Scott before he was homeless, only made him worse. It was like fighting with a angry bear. If you manage to walk away there would be plenty of scars.
I continue to fight the urge to shout out loud, until finally I had to say something. One word came to my mind in a hurry, and my vocal cords responded as loud as possible, “STOP!”
She turned away from the big lump sleeping in front of the convenience store. Slowly pulling her hand away from the top of the old dusty green army blanket.
Living on the streets someone always gives you an old green army blanket, its so we don’t freeze to death. Those of us who choose to sleep on the street that is. The shelters gets really full during those cold months, so you usually get one of the old army blankets. They’re made of 100% wool so they keep you warm, but they also hold in the smells. It’s not easy washing out a wool blanket while living on the streets.
She was half way bent down towards Scott, but after I shouted she was slowly straighten back up. She had cocked her head looking on down the street. She was probably wondering who shouted. It seem to be taking forever for me to get to where she was. But then I saw the blanket moving, my worst fear was happing before my very eyes. And since she keep her focus on me, because I was running towards her. She didn’t notice that big lump was moving behind her.
Scott had indeed heard the noise, he was slowly waking up. His eyes could tell there was someone in front of him. He could see a figure of a person standing in front of him. Scott open his eyes just little and he saw a wide black utility belt, and he saw some keys, flashlight, handcuffs and a small can probably a can of mace.
Now Scott had encounter too many cops during his days, he was familiar with all the things they had on their belts. But what Scott did not realize was that most security officer had those same thing, minus a gun. But Scott was going to give this cop a change to harass him. The other homeless people knew Scott well enough to leave him alone, but the cops made him their number one priority. They often made him get up, saying that the store owners didn’t want him there. There were other people who had said Scott was used for some kind of experiment long time ago, and that’s why he’s crazy now. No one knew for sure, only to stay clear of him.
Scott tried to stay still, as if he was still sleeping. He could tell that this cop was smaller, he had a small frame. Then he realize it must be a female cop. None of this matter to him, Scott was going to have his revenge. No one was going to make him move or take him back to jail.
Scott saw that the person had turned away from him, looking down towards the end of the street. Probably where the sound had come from, the sound that woke him up. While the heavy army blanket was still over his head, he used his other hand and began searching in the corner for something to use as a weapon. It didn’t take Scott long to find a broken beer bottle, his finger touched the broken tip. Thanks to the downtown bars you could always find a beer bottle especially in the store fronts.
An old Coors beer bottle had been thrown down and broke off, those jagged edges would do the trick to take this cop out. And so in a split second he grabs the bottle holding onto the top neck part and plunges the jagged edges into the right side of the cop. Scott jumps up and pushes the cop asides as he races on down toward the park. Where he knew he would be lost in the early morning traffic.
The officer who didn’t know what had happen because she was standing there smiling looking down the road. You see she realized that the person calling to her was the young man she tried to help earlier. She had stopped to ask him to move, because the downtown business didn’t want anyone lingering around their doors. She was so concern for the young man, because he didn’t seem most of the homeless. She told him to try the Salvation Army or maybe a church.
The young man running towards her had stopped to catch his breath. But then he saw i, he saw what happen. He saw Scott plunge a broken beer bottle into her side, then pushed her down to run. He was too late, he was too late.
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