Late (p.w)

four - beef & war

"allah akbar." the man exclaims.

my eyes divert from the side to the view infront of us, as we are going down the street to lily's house there seems to be a large crowd of people, some in green and red the others shirtless, right in the middle of the street.

oh god please don't tell me that this is gang related.

i didn't think they'd be as close as the same block as lily's, i always knew this block was a little rough, but now i know this is one of the many blocks here which are gang affiliated. i'm terrified for my life right now.

what if i die today? there's so much i needed to do. i haven't had a chance to have any real fun, all i've been doing all my life was go to school or work. i hope i get out of this safely, i really do, but i heard these guys are ruthless, i'd be lucky to make it out uninjured, hell i'd be lucky to make it out alive.

"why didn't you tell me your friend lived in this neighborhood? i would've dropped you off a few blocks back so we wouldn't have to be in this mess, last time someone got in the middle of a gang fight they got their head shot off. an innocent, innocent person." he yells, cutting me off from my existential crisis.

he slows down a good distance in front of the gang. and beeps to get them to move. smart decision. everyone's head cocks towards our direction and something immediately lodges in my throat.

as if things couldn't get any worse, two shirtless men walk towards our direction, my heart feels as if it is about to drop out of my body.

i thought my death was going to be quick and easy, i hoped that i wouldn't even know when my death was coming, maybe from old age. or i get shot in the head in a place where it's an instant kill.

a tear already hits my cheek as the two males go beside my window. one of them is white and has brown slightly geled hair which stands up clumped together. while the other one is asian, and has seemingly soft, pin straight black hair. the guy with black hair pointed downwards probably asking me to put the window down. i follow his command knowing that if i wouldn't he'd most likely bash it in himself.

"are you looking for trouble babe?" he asks with a devious smirk. swinging his body back and forth while gripping the car and crouching down.

i shake my head because i'm currently unable to utter any words without breaking down into tears. "then why are you interrupting a street fight? we thought you were the cops, that could've gotten you in a lot of trouble." he speaks to me in a childish tone.

although i'm still petrified for my own safety, i'm glad he said street fighting instead of a gang fight, but there's no doubt that there's gang memebers mixed in here as well.

i really hope i'm not talking to them right now.

street fights are a casual thing which even people i knew in my highschool would participate in. it was all in good fun, but this one seems more serious than what i'm used to. i myself have never been to one, but lily used to go all the time her 11th grade year because she was dating a streetfighter during that time period.

"hey. i think it'd be wise to answer ashton." the brunette speaks. chills ran down my spine.

"shut up fuck up man, don't tell her my name fucking idiot!" ashton yells while punching the car, causing me to let out a whimper.

"dude chill, i'll even out the playing field. i'm mike." he utters before a quick slap on the head from ashton.

he went back to his calm self before speaking to me once more. "next time, don't come out so late. you wouldn't want anything to happen to someone as pretty as you." he whispers closely to my ear. "it's bad out here, really bad. if you knew the half of it i'd gurantee it'd mess you up in your pretty little head." he says while poking my forehead.