Cherokee Hertz

Cherokee had been running these streets for months now. This is where she lived. She didn’t have the luxuries that came with having parents and a nice comfortable home. Shoot, the only way that she ever even got to shower and keep herself even the slightest bit clean was due to the kindness of the workers at the nearby fitness club that always just turned their head when she walked in to use their showers and threw her clothes in the washer and dryer used for the towels that the gym members used. Most places wouldn’t allow it or they would call the authorities on her, Somehow, she had managed to pick a good place, though. Here no one bothered her and she didn’t bother anyone. That is until today.

Today had been one like any other. She had been just leaving the gym after showering and washing her clothes when she had been grabbed. Of course, being street smart and used to fending for herself, she had fought back. Though, she was a small girl and the man was much bigger and as much as she wanted to think that she could get away, she knew that it probably wouldn’t be possible. That was why she was surprised when the man suddenly almost lost his grip on her. Little did she know that an older boy had grabbed him from behind and was holding him by the throat. She was in fight or flight mode and nothing but getting away mattered. Then the other teen’s words caught her off guard. His calm and almost bored tone wasn’t something she had been expecting…

So for a moment she stopped fighting and in that moment the man dropped her and bolted into the car. Cherokee now found her overly slender frame falling onto the ground from where the man had been carrying her to the car. A soft whimper was released as her arm landed in a funny position. It was probably broken. Though, she was sure that this new teen was also here to harm her, he had to be… He had a huge sword and he looked like he wasn’t a stranger from fights… But she put up a brave front, her mind working the whole time about how she could get out of this mess. Little did she know that this teen was more like a knight in shining armor to her than someone looking to cause her pain. She just wasn’t one who was used to being helped.

She tried to move her arm to help push herself up from the concrete. Instead a sharp pain went through the limb and she almost whimpered once more. Her hazel eyes swarmed with tears for a moment before she blinked them back. She would not cry. And cry she didn’t. Never a tear was shed as she finally used her good arm to help her up. Thanks… She muttered as she tried to back away a bit, maybe he would just let her go now?