I ran into this small shop and saw a ginger smoking a blunt on the counter
"Yo what's up with you?" the ginger man had said while I was breathing heavily
"Can you please help me?" He stared at me confused
"What you mean kid?" I started having a panic attack
"My brothers- please I'm begging you, help me" I was feeling weak because my bothers already beat the shit out of me but I managed to get away
"Yo Fez who the fuck is here" a short buzz cut boy walked out of a freezer. Who the fuck fits in a freezer?
"Aight kid look, if I help you, IF I do, you gotta do one thing for me" I felt relieved that he said he could help me
"Anything as long as my brothers don't get to me" he put his joint out
"Never come running in here like that again cuz you got me all worried an shit" I've never heard someone say they are worried about me
"Okay" I then ran behind the counter and sat down
Shit I hear my brothers
"Yo have you seen a girl about 14 and dressed like a slut" I don't even look like a slut but whatever
The ginger known as Fez shrugged
"Mind if we take a look?" Oh god, I started breathing really heavy
"Nah man, I got shit to do" thank god, I finally felt a bit better
"Okay but if you see her call me" one of my brothers left his number
I got up and grabbed my bag
"Yo kid if you ever need anything just come here" I felt my eye sting a tad bit
"Thanks uhm-"
"Fez" I remember now
"Thanks Fez, bye now" I walked out of the store and saw there was a party so why not go
