The year is 1923, and struggling to overcome a recent sexual assault, twenty year old D.G, the daughter of a small town minister, has fled to New York City and forsaken her good girl ways. Lost in her own internal struggles, her life becomes intertwined with that of New York's notorious underground. Lead astray by a dark, handsome stranger, D.G discovers the gritty wonders of the streets- love, sex, drugs, drinking, music and death.
D.G had known one thing for sure from the moment she'd departed that train in Baltimore, that this, that was to say, running away from Alexandra, had been the best decision of her life. Not even when her lunch box had disappeared at grand central station did she even begin to momentary regret her choice to leave it all behind for the "city that never sleeps."
It was certainly colder here than down south she noted to herself as she pulled a jacket around her shoulders. That was okay with D.G, for she had always dreaded Georgia's suffocating summers. Stopping to make a slight adjustment to her high heeled shoes, which set off long, slender legs, D.G frowned as other woman passed her by. Her clothes were a tad bit out of fashion, for her father had highly disapproved of 'provocative clothing', so rather then the thigh length skirts, fancy tops and embellished hats wore by other woman of her age. D.G was dressed simply in a dark blue button up shirt, knee length, khaki skirt and wore a modest silver cross around her neck. Her dark hair was straight and fell to her upper back, most unlike the short bob that was the trend. Mentally, D.G made a note to get a haircut and some new clothes.
Entering the lobby of a cheap motel, she approached the front desk, rehearsing every word she was about to say. She needed to sound confident and grown up..not anything like a run away-although she was twenty and perfectly free to run where ever she pleased.
"Can I help you sweetheart?" Asked the middle aged clerk, who was putting out a cigar as he spoke. "Yes, I'd like a room please, if i may" She immediately regretted the last part. Sound more assertive she scolded herself silently. The clerk looked up at her questionably. she stared back with her intense green and gold eyes, batting her eye lashes for good measure. "how long you staying babe?" Uhhh..."That is undecided" she answered after a pause. "I'll charge you by the day then.." replied the clerk..turning around to grab a ring of keys with a number 4 tag on them. "Your in room 4..check out is at 10am..I'll assume your staying and charge you again if your not gone by then..enjoy your stay.." the clerk handed her the keys. D.G started to turn but he spoke once more.."and sweetheart..we don't like the fuzz around here. No trouble got it? or your out of here..." D.G stared back puzzled. "..the fuzz?" The clerk then waved her off, shaking his head..
D.G turned around and bent to pick up her purse, which she'd left with her bag but it was gone..
"My purse?" D.G said a loud obviously panicked.
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