I watched as the rain hit against the concrete making it look like tiny bugs were running across it if you look long and close enough. Bringing the thin jacket closer to my body I hurried down the alley trying not to run into anything considering my vision was blurry from crying. Realizing I couldn't go anywhere in this rain I stopped and slid myself between two dumpsters. Silently crying I began to doze off before sleep just took over me.
"Where's my fucking money i'm not gone ask you no more Jerome." I heard a voice yell waking me up.
"I don't have it, and even if I did I wouldn't give it to you you don't put fear in my heart." The man known as Jerome replied. Silently peeking from in-between the dumpsters i saw two men arguing while one had a gun in his hand.
"O I don't? Bet." The man who's name I didn't know said before releasing three bullets into Jerome's body.
I shrieked, realizing what I had done I covered my mouth quickly. I watched the man look back towards the dumpsters as I crawled back more. I felt my salty tears run down my cheeks and onto my hand as I heard his footsteps come closer, praying I hoped he wouldn't find me. I watched he stood directly in front of one of the dumpsters with his gun pointed in the air, if I was quick I could make a move and get out of here. Springing up even with the pain in my back I grabbed a beer bottle of the ground and swung it like a baseball bat towards the mans head. Watching as it collided I jumped back sprinting down the alley as he fell to the ground.
I was dashing through the street like I was trying to win a marathon making cars stop and honk my way. Once I got far enough I stopped and just dropped to the ground, the running took the little bit of strength that I did have.
"Mam are you okay." An older white woman asked as she looked at me while I continued to breath heavily.
"Yes, she's with me she lost me and started running to look for me she has bad paranoia." I heard a voice say, the man from the alley. I wanted to scream and tell the lady no but I watched as he lifted his shirt up some to show the gun that he had tucked under his shirt. Gulping I stood walking towards him hesitantly.
"Y-yeah i'm with him." I said nervously as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
"O but miss your all dirty."
"I fell looking for him it must have dried up when I ran." I replied trying to make up the best lie at the moment since he pressed more into me making me feel his gun.
"O okay, well have a nice day dear."
"Y-you too." I said,watching as she walked away.
"Bring your ass." He growled in my ear as I cringed and followed behind him. Making our way down the street I watched as he dragged me towards a Chrysler 300.
"Get in don't say shit or I wont hesitate to blow your fucking brains out."
Nodding quickly I slid in the passenger side with my head against the window. I watched as he climbed in and started the car. Flexing his jaw he pulled off fast making my head fly back from the amount of force he pushed on the peddle. As he drove I hoped and prayed this would not be my last day living.
1 Hour later
"Ow stop ! Your hurting me." I screamed as he grabbed me by my hair pulling me down some long spiral steps.
"Shut up you saw to much." He grunted pushing me down the rest. Whimpering I pulled myself up limping to a chair in the room.
"How much did you see?"
"I didn't see anything ! I just heard a gunshot I swear." I lied through my teeth but by the way he looked me in my eyes I could tell he knew I was.
"Stop fucking lying, I hate liers." He glared making the air leave my body. Looking him over I noticed that he wasn't a bad looking guy. What are you doing ? He literally just killed a man and threatened you.
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"Please I won't tell let me go." I pleaded as he studied me.
"Why were you in the alley?"
"I don't want to talk about it." I answered looking everywhere but him.
"Either tell me or get blasted to mars your choice." He shrugged pulling out his gun before aiming at me. Turning pale I looked him in his eyes mumbling an okay.
"I ran away." I mumbled.
"For?"
"Because I was being mistreated."
"How old are you talking bout being mistreated." He stroked his goatee looking down at me.
"16."
"O fuck you jail bait, tell you what you work hear as a maid cleaning and cooking for me and when you turn 18 i'll let you work for me and make your own money."
"Why can't I just go you don't know me and I don't know you."
"Because I hate to see people struggling and you saw me kill somebody."
I felt my eyes water up realizing this could be my life now because of one misunderstanding.
"Okay." I mumbled. Wishing I never said that word to began with.
