Please, Don't Break Your Promise

Part I Chapter 5

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Part I Chapter 5

I pushed myself up, scooting backwards with as much speed as I could muster, my hands burning from scraping on the ground. The man, his face angry had stopped over and picked up the music box.

"That's mine," I said softly. He looked over with a glare. I shrunk from the gaze at first but I repeated myself. "That's mine," I said, my voice stronger than before. He smirked, the sneer barely visible through his thick beard. His beady eyes shone with evil mirth.

"Where did you get this," he asked, waving the box at me. The music had stopped and the lid had shut, only revealing the ivory and delicate carvings, no longer the prize inside. But I had a feeling the man knew. He knew it was important. The box's ivory tone shimmered in the sunlight, making it once again seem surreal and priceless. I was mesmerized until a harsh "Where," brought me out of my reverie.

"It's just mine," I replied. "Can I have it back now?"

"Can I have it back now?" he mimicked. I could feel my temper building and before I could think my actions through, I had already lunged toward the man, my arms outstretched, reaching for the box. He dodged me and I stumbled. He let out a chuckle.

"A little antsy, aren't we."

"Please give it back," I said again, desperation in my voice. My eyes followed the box as the man backed away slowly. I put my hand out as if to stop him but I knew he was too far away for me to get the box back. My lungs constricted at the thought that I would lose it. I still didn't know why it captivated me so much.

I caught a movement from the corner of my eye and before the man could turn to see who it was, Ryan had kicked the man in the back of his knees. He dropped with a grunt of pain to the ground, clutching his knee in pain.

Ryan grabbed the music box from the ground beside the man and moved away quickly before the man could get back up. Ryan glanced over at me, anger burning in his eyes. I didn't care. A sigh of relief escaped me and I hurried towards Ryan.

I didn't make it to him. A sharp tug on my leg cut me off and sent me reeling to the ground again. Apparently the ground and I were building up a good relationship, with the all the physical contact we've had in the past day and a half. I groaned painfully.

I heard a yelp and looked up to see Ryan on the ground with another man's foot on his back, grinding into his spine. I then realized the man who had taken the box at first wasn't alone.

This man then leaned down and gripping my brother's wrist, he snatched the box away. Ryan winced as the man tightened his grip and bent his wrist back the wrong way.

I pushed myself up on my arms as I crawled towards them. A kick to my gut put me back down. I curled up, cradling my stomach, tears streaming down my face. Another intense pain went through the back of head and a dull thud echoed in my skull. My head dropped to the ground. Blurry eyes concealed my vision as it searched for my brother.

"Ryan," I whispered, barely making a sound. And then I blacked out.

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The pain in my head wanted to blow itself out of it. It felt like two tons of brick was placed inside and a balloon inside kept growing bigger and bigger until the pain was immeasurable. I opened my eyes to see a bright light and I blinked as I registered my surroundings.

The bright light was sunlight, shining down on my face, where it stuck out from between the alleyway. As I lay there, everything flooded back to me.