mafioso // dreamnotfound [DISCONTINUED]

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"is winter over yet? i can't feel my hands." i looked over to wilbur with a tight smile, and he grimaced in response.

"it's going to be even colder tonight. are you going to be okay? i can share my blanket."

we leant against a dumpster. i looked longingly at the pharmacy nearby. it looked warm inside, but they'd throw us out in an instant. most other guys my age would be worrying about finishing up college, or getting a good job, but not me. after i ran away from home five years ago, i've done everything i can to keep a low profile. to disappear. and that means living on the streets.

wilbur has been my only friend for the past few years. we look out for eachother.

"so, do you want my blanket?" he spoke up.

"wilbur, don't worry about me. you stay warm." i flashed him a quick smile. maybe it would've been nice to actually be warm for once, but he was more important.

"well, okay then." he replies, but is cut off when a sudden scream rips through the air.

"what the..?" we both peeked around the dumpster cautiously. we noticed two men towering over a boy around eight or nine, grinning menacingly. we knew them too well.

"damn, it's alex." wilbur whispered from beside me.

alex was a local street thug and a grade-a asshole. he likes pushing people around for sport, and it looks like he found a new victim.

we listened closely in attempt to get an idea of what was going on.

"well, well, what have we here? you look like you're a long way from home."

"l-leave me alone." the kid stuttered from beneath him. anger seemed to grow within the taller man.

bastards. alex and his lackeys think they can get away with anything.

the guy standing next to alex spoke up. charlie. "i think this kid's family has money. those shoes alone could sell for $200 atleast." he seemed took back.

"hey kid, mind if i borrow your shoes?" he gave him a sickly smile and started leaning down toward him.

"go away!" the kid tried to push him away.

"come on kid, just give me the shoes." he grabbed him.

"ow! stop! someone help!"

wilbur spoke up again, "come on, let's go. this looks like it's about to get nasty." wilbur ran off, but i couldn't find it in myself to move.

i can't just leave that kid here. what do i do? i decided to pick up a rock near my feet and throw it at alex's head.

"what the hell?" he whips around with a snarl, but seems to relax when his eyes land on me.

"well, well, if it isn't little gogy. didn't expect to see your pretty face today. arent i lucky?" ew, not this again.

"lay off, alex. he's only a kid. why are you mugging an actual child?" i looked at him in disgust.

"why not? nothing better to do, is there, gogy?" he paused for a moment before continuing, a smirk growing on his face. "unless you're offering something better for me to do. hm?"

"look alex, i'll buy you new shoes." he scoffed in response.

"with what money? you're just a gutter rat. a pretty gutter rat, but still a gutter rat at that." he crossed his arms across his chest. he paused, an idea seemed to light on his brutish face.

"you've got to offer me something better, gogy." he looked at me.

i looked down at the little boy, who seemed frozen in a mixture of fear and shock. his eyes look helpless. desperate almost.