Stockholm Syndrome (Punk Harry) -Bwwm

Harry

I pull my beanie down over my hair and put on a pair of dark sunglasses. I zip my jacket all the way up to hide all my tattoos placing the hood over my head as I exit my apartment.

There is a piece of paper taped to my front door. I rip it off shoving it in my pocket beginning my walk down the sidewalk blending into a group of people. I don't exactly have a destination but I need to get out of my house before a group of guys come for me in a few minutes. I keep walking but the group of people slowly disperses.

I can hear footsteps behind me. I speed up but the footsteps stay at their pace. Smart. I run to the end of the block and make a sharp right. I press my back up against the building and wait for a second. I take off my jacket and beanie. I put my beanie in my back pocket, my sunglasses in my jacket pocket tossing my jacket over my arm.

I look around the corner. I don't see anyone who looks suspicious. I tie my jacket around my waist and continue walking. I look back for a second again but this time I see a big guy following me. Even his muscles have muscles. Talk about body builders. I look forward again. There's a slightly smaller, but still big, guy coming towards me.

I smile at the challenge, "They could've done better. I wonder if big guy and meat head can run. " I sprint toward big guy. He sprints towards me too. I look back; meat head is keeping up pretty well.

I take a quick left darting through traffic across the street then down an alley. A black short limo pulls up at the other end of the alley. I turn around but I'm tackled by meat head. Big guy comes helping meat head pull me off the ground. "You're quick kid. "

I laugh, "And you're not. " He punches me in the face. It hurts but not that bad. "Weak, " I mutter to myself as my face pulses.

"Anything else kid? " the bigger guy asks.

"Yeah, meat head, you got a brain in that ham on your shoulders or a bicep? "He elbows me in the stomach with all his force.

That hurt. I fall to my knees coughing. A sharp pain fills my stomach spreading throughout my body slowly. I taste something salty and spit out some blood.

They pull me up to my feet walk-dragging me to the limo. When we get there the doors open and they kinda just throw me in.

I see there are a bunch of ominous looking guys sitting in a circle around me when I look up, "Hey guys. How's it going? "

One of them laughs at me but he doesn't seem that amused, "Look Harry. You're not gonna play all nice British boy to get out of this. We know you. Now, the boss wants his money. Do you have it or not? "

These guys are no joke but I can't help laughing at the question. "Come on Luigi of course I don't. If I didn't have it two days ago how do I possibly have it now? " He shrugs looking slightly annoyed. I bet no one's ever asked him that before.

Another guy speaks up, "Look you little punk, the boss is getting real impatient. He want his money in two weeks or you'll pay another way. "

My eyes dart to him next, "What way? I don't have any family. If he kills me he really won't get his money. So what's he gonna do? "

A third guy opens the door before he grabs a fist full of my hair. He forces me to look at him, "Edgar and Luther over here will give you a demonstration. "

He throws me out the car and I fall on my back into the dust, "Hey baldie watch the hair. "

The guy glares at me. "Two weeks, " they all chorus and the door shuts. The limo pulls off and the two guys start wailing on me.

Even with the blows landing I can't help wondering what back 90's director planned that meeting. Pretty much every cliche thing that could happen just did. For them to be "wise guys" they're not very original.