Addicted

Addicted: Braydon

" Give me the money!" A voice boomed from a long, dark alley way. I peered into it and saw two figures, one was shorter than the other and was pinned up against a wall. 

" I don't have your fucking money!" the boy screamed, spitting in the older man's face.  I watched in disbelief as he was thrown against the pavement. He coughed but got right back up; standing his ground. 

" Well if you don't fucking have it, I might as well just blow your head off right now! it's not like you have anyone whose going to miss you..." He just stood there, staring at the older man, you could tell by his body language that he had hit a soft part in the small figure's heart. I felt saddened for the small boy, he sounded like he was only fourteen. Curiousity overtook my mind as the two figures kept talking.

" Your mother won't come looking for you will she ? and neither will your father or that god awful sister of yours! you have no one, so who will be able to miss you or even notice your gone?" 

" your right...." the smaller boy whispered as the man pulled him up by his shirt collar and pressed his gun into the side of the boy's head. My eyes went wide and my heart skipped a few beats as the man put his finger to the trigger. I looked away, thinking that I should just continue searching for the young boy I saw earlier today. I walked away from the scene, waiting to hear some sort of shot, but it never did come. The air was cool but nice and the breeze was light and silent, the moon shone brightly in the night sky and the stars were dimmed by the Chicago street lights. I kept on walking through the park until I saw the bench that I was sitting on earlier but no sign of the boy remained. I sat down on the bench and looked around; he had to be around here somewhere. The young man couldn't have gotten far, however, Chicago was a big place and he could be anywhere but I was determined to find him, no matter what it took, I needed to save at least one life even if it did mean running around in the middle of the night and risking my life for someone I didn't even know. I looked around the park, it was calm tonight, calmer than it usually was on a Friday night. Most of the time there would be street performers or something going on in the park but tonight it was calm, only a few people could be seen; either walking their dogs or hanging out with friends or colleages. 

I got up from the bench and stood, brushing off my clothing and starting to walk around the park, breathing in as much fresh air as I possibly could yet, still feeling the guilt, deep down inside my heart. 

" I swear to god I'll kill you!" I heard a man roar at the top of his lungs as he chased someone who was much faster than he was. The boy hoped over everything that was in his way but managed to fail as he came crashing into my stomach, head first. 

" Shit....I'm sorry..." the boy said, looking at me and helping me up. The older man walked briskly away and back into the dark alley that he had once been in before. I looked at the smaller boy and my eyes went wide; It was the boy from earlier. Same dark hair, same eyes, same face and yet....he looked happier and shocked. 

" It's fine..." I smiled, still trying to figure out how I could approach the boy about earlier on that day. Unexpected, he brought it up first.

" I'm also sorry about this afternoon....I just haven't slept or really eaten anything in days...haha.." He nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of his head nervously. I smiled and took it as the opportunity to get the know the younger boy better, so I could possibly help and maybe even save him. 

" it's alright....Are you hungry ?" I asked, feeling stupid. Of course he was hungry, without saying the words he just told me he was. How much more clueless could I get? I sighed, calming down my thoughts and focusing once more on the boy's answer. 

" kind of... but it's fine! I'll probably just eat later!" He lied. 

" How about you eat now?"