Well hello there my name's Winter Blaze Rose. But I just go by Blaze. What I look like. I'm 5'3 1/2 like no joke. I have long pitch black hair that passes my bum. Mocha colored skin people say I'm curvy. But eh Whatever. I have full pink lips that I'm proud of. Oh I also wear glasses. My eyes color, well you see that changes. It's so weird. But you'll see but with my eyes I have the longest thickest lashes. I have a couple of tattoos. By a couple I mean my arms are almost covered in them. ALMOST. I have a couple of piercings too. My noes lip and tongue Is pierced. It's like 1:30 am in London I think. Why am I walking out here so late? well you see early on during the day me and me mum got on to an argument it all started because of my best friend that my dad left behind when he past. Max was my best friend. Well max was a jack Russell terrier mix. She had slapped me then took her belt off a beat me so that why I took max who's now walking next to me. And left. It was dark and really cold. Winter was starting I was wearing a pair of baggy black sweats and a hoodie that said 'Fuck all of you bitches' I had on a pair of air Jordan's. I was starving but couldn't eat yet because I was fasting. Did I mention I was Muslim. Well yeah. That's why I was fasting. For Ramadan. Anyywhoo. I picked max up. And held him close to my chest.
"It's gonna be ok baby I promise" I said to max. As I held max in one hand like a baby. I took my other hand and was fiddling with my star and crescent necklace.
"NO" I heard someone yell which was followed by a gun shot which made jump because it broke the silence. " jeez" I whispered. While I tucked my necklace in my hoodie. I looked around and noticed there was an ally way that was lit and that's where the voice came from. " YOU CANT JUST DO THAT ZAYN" I heard a deep voice yell "OH YES HE CAN" another yelled. I walk. Ha that's a lie
I crept behind some trash bags and dumpsters holding tight on to max. I looked up a little to see what was happening. I was basically watching a crime take place. there was five young guys who was covered in tattoos and piercings. I looked at them in awe. Only for a couple of seconds. Then realized there was a man on the floor. It his leg was bleeding. 'That's probably the guy who yelled no' I thought. The guy was buff and had tattoos covered all on him from his forehead to his arms. I could see some on his chest. There was something in his front pocket it looked like the type of money drug dealers would have on them. That big wadd of cash. You know. But oh well. There was a guy who and baby blue eyes blonde hair that had dark roots but a lilac color on top of that blonde he also had skin the color of freshly fallen snow but I was covered it dark inked tattoos. He had a piercing on his brow and one on his lip. The second one was a little darker in skin tone. Like the second to lightest tan you could get If the sun was out. His hair was shaved but growing back. He had dark brown eyes. His arms had little tattoos that kind of started a sleeve which didn't look that bad but every other part of his body was covered so I couldn't see anymore. The guy next to him had curly long hair, Green eyes, tanned skin and tattoos all over his arm in different places and even though it was a bit cold he had on a see through shirt. Which made it possible to see his abs and tattoos on his chest. The guy who was next to Mr. Curly had brown hair that was kind of messy. He had deep blue eyes a lighter tan the Mr. Curly he also had a resting bitch face. But not the point he honestly looked quite rude. He has tattoos that were just running down his arms and his pant leg was rolled up a bit so I could see a couple of tattoo on his feet. Well a little bit up around his ankle part.
The one who was right infront the man who was on the floor. Had light brown skin, black hair that was in a quiff, he had mocha colored eyes. I realized we had the same skin color and his tattoos were all over his arms we had the same yin yan tattoo. He had his nose pierced his ears pierced too but that all that I could see.
I wasn't really scared because I know defensive tactics. Like I know how to put up a damn good fight. And even though max isn't a big dog he was trained when my dad was alive to be a fighting dog I know that sounds bad. But he doesn't fight other dogs. It was a tactic dad wanted him to learn He also could alert me of any type of danger.
'YOU OWE US 25,000 U.S BILLS
the guy with the same tattoo as me yelled. The guy who's hair was growing back kneeled down to make eye contact with the man on the floor. He got close to the mans ear and whispered something. His face was covered and the wind was blowing. So I couldn't read his lips or hear him what so ever.
The man on the ground looked terrified. 'My pocket. It's I'm my font pocket'. The the man yelled. The guy who's hair was growing back reached in his pocket and pulled out a wadd of cash. 'I fucking knew it you bloody idiots' I murmerd. The boy with the baby blue eyes looked around and so did the others 'you guys heard that to right' baby blue asked. They all nodded. 'GET UP AND LEAVE NOW' the boy with the dark blue eyes said to the man. He got up slowly and wobbled away. Leaving a trail of blood. 'Grrrrrr' max was beginning to growl a low slow growl. The boy with the baby blue eyes looked over to where I was ' shit, shut it max' I said very lowly looking down at him. I looked back up only to find the same guy looking at me I let go of max and signaled him to sit. With out breaking eye contact with the boy with the baba blue eyes I shook my head violently. Pleading him with my eyes not to tell the other boys. I saw a glint of guilt. He shook his head and told them. No one in general. He just said "there's someone's behind the bins". He said it so coldly. It gave me shivers. Or was it just the wind that picked up. The boy with the dark brown eyes came walking towards me. He saw me and I tried to leave but couldn't. He grabbed me and max attacked. All the guys had guns with them so I didn't put up
A fight. 'Max. Stop' I said in a whisper max stopped attacking. I could see the blood seeping through the giys leg. I smirked and gave max a signal while the boy was holding me to follow. Max crept
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