The Chance of a Lifetime/Fight

There was only enough time to react. Sydney's right hand moved to shield her face, and she felt the bottle stab into her palm. She flung Hayley down again, causing the bottle to rip itself free from her bleeding hand. "You're right. No amount of money can do that." Hayley raised the bloody bottle, but the ODST kicked it away. "But I’m giving you the chance for someone to give a shit about you. Isn't that what you wanted?" "Why me?" Hayley whispered. "It isn't to win a bet, is it?" For a moment, an unreadable look crossed Sydney’s face. "You come with me, and your old man wouldn't dare put his hands on you again." Her uninjured hand tightened. "No man will, not ever." She straightened and walked away, back towards the street. Hayley wondered if she was about to make the best or the worst decision of her life, when someone in the bar window caught her eye. It was Gavin, the handsome boy with the guitar she had performed with for months. He wanted to ask me something, after tonight's show, she recalled. He hadn't noticed her yet, but it wouldn't be long before he would come looking for her. She took one last glance into the bar. Maybe one day we'll meet again. She got up and dashed off into the street after Sydney's distant form.