— Help! Please help—!!!
— Over there, — Nik points his head in the direction, and we skid out from where we are.
She screams so hard that my stomach twists. Hitting the palms on the hood of some Mercedes, we turn toward the garbage bins and crash into the scuffle between a fragile girl and three big bodies.
— Get out of here! — the «bodies» react. — We’ll find you, trash! Be afraid! — they glare toward the frightened girl and vanish into one of the cars.
I turn toward the culprit. She’s standing with her back pressed to the wall. A wonder of a wonder! Blue leggings, a white wrinkled skirt like a ballet tutu, and a short unbuttoned leather jacket. Pink hair. Mascara smeared, lips bitten bloody, huge eyes.
— Are you okay? — she nods quickly. — What did they want? — she shrugs. — Do you really not know?