"You scared little girl," sweat jacket said. He swung around tapping his friends to join him bursting in laughter.
"What's funny low life?" Qadira asked rushing to grab her Samsonite.
"Little girl take yourself somewhere else," said sweat jacket.
"Do nothing drunkards," Qadira said. Pushing the door with her shoulder, she slid in her case. She turned around and slammed the door. Bums like that would stick a knife in her for what little she had to show their power. Qadira clicked the lights on, pounding at the door raced her heart.
No use calling the police, Qadira thought. They run them off and the same group would return.
"Qadira, are you in there?" The young voice shouted.
"It's you, Dwayne," Qadira cracked the door and peered out. He squeezed his face near the door.
"What's going on?" Dwayne asked.
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