Kentrell doesn't know why he didn't go to the store when he woke earlier this morning; instead, he pushed the outing off all day.
He didn't know the area too well, just the landmarks, store, bank, etc. But now he wishes he had gone earlier in the day, as it was hard to find parking close to the entrance.
He parked so far away that he couldn't bring the basket outside the store. So he was left carrying the bags of stuff in both arms having to stop every few steps. Right now he was catching his breath underneath a bus stop awning.
However, his attention wasn't on his breathing pattern but on the scene across the street. It wasn't typical to see a cluster of people gathering anywhere at any point on Fridays, especially in the evenings.
That wasn't the part that held his attention it was the fact that it was a group of boys his age waiting in what looked to be a line and every so often a new group would line up and would be stopped at the door by another boy his age before what looked like to give the boy money and then the first group would go in and the second group would go in afterward. He didn't know what was going on over there but he decided to stand there further to find out.
~Meanwhile across the street~
The boy sat next to her, rubbing her shoulders letting his hand linger onto her back. She began to cry her face damp. He leaned over gearing up to kiss her face when the dim light reflected in her face. He left the room quickly the other boys lining up outside the room door moving back as he came out of the door.
"Whoa—She's crying." He said a bit too loud and those waiting outside began leaving in droves accompanied by those inside as well. The boy at the door stomped inside as the boys came out. Some of them rushed to the bus stop across the street.
The boy across the street scoots over as a group of boys come his way, he's glad he stayed because he heard enough of what he needed to as he hurried to his car loading his bags into his backseat before rushing back to the bus stop but instead heading directly across the street.
He made it to the door when it flew open, "It's off for tonight my dude." He wasn't hearing it, pushing past the boys spilling out of the doorframe. Once he entered this house, club whatever it was, he saw where one or two boys were coming out of and went toward that door, scared of what he might see but prepared to fight if need be.
He saw a young girl about his age maybe younger sitting on a bed crying, she looked as though she was crying and it had gotten progressively worse as she sat there.
He didn't care, "Come on, it's okay. Anywhere is better than here." He reassured her as he asked her if she could stand and they walked out casually, him leading the way.
The two didn't stop walking into they made it to his car.
"It's safe now."
