Living Multiple Lives

Escaping The Gang Life

"Why do I always end up forgetting directions?" I whined out-loud. While I was returning back from attending a charity auction, I'd lost my way back home as all these lanes looked similar to me. I was one of the volunteers, who helped with all of the backstage preparations at the auction.

My friend Sarah, who had accompanied me to the event had to stay back but I couldn't considering I had to rush home soon. Having a strict mother had it's own drawbacks.

Instead of being home safely intact in my bed. I was here on some dark Street road, walking like a clueless retard. My phone had gone dead quite a while ago, adding to my helplessness.

Glimpsing once again at my wristwatch which said it was past Eleven, I gasped. My Mom would be flipping right now, bombarding my dead cell with her non-stop calling.

Sarah was suppose to drop me home but since she stayed back, I told her I would take a bus or something. Instead of heading straight towards the bustop like a sensible person, I had decided to walk for a while. As it was a nice cold night and I being in my favourite hoodie, couldn't fight the urge of strolling around. Deeply ingrossed in Ed Sheeran's music, I failed to realise that I was losing my way.

And now I'm here standing opposite of two paths going different directions. Settling on taking the smaller path, I entered an alley. I really don't know why I'd made the stupid decision of entering an alley but it felt right than taking a broader path.

What? I'd seen some movies okay and taking a highway kinda road is not a good idea specially when there are psycho drunk drivers moving around.

I just hoped on finding some crowd that would be able to guide me through the way. The alley was dark but the street light helped abit. My thoughts were distracted by a loud groan. My eyes snapped to the direction of the sound only to see a dark figure laying down to my further right.

Holy crap! Is that a dead body?

Taking baby steps towards the figure, I was almost crapping myself.
It was a guy, laying down on the ground, he seemed bruised and battered and was unconscious. He was murmuring things I couldn't even register. Was he drunk or maybe stoned?. Eying down his bruises, I wondered who could have done that to him?

Geez, Youngsters nowadays are such a waste of youth.

He appeared to be a bit older than me.

Should I help me or just carry on?

He could be dangerous but he's knocked out. Even if I had to help him, how would I do that? I need help myself.

A loud music got me out of my reverie. It was his phone, hanging half way through his pocket. Someone named 'Seth' was ringing him up. As a reflex, I hit answer and before I could even speak a word, I was bombarded with questions as; "Where the hell are you? Why didn't you answer earlier? Weren't you suppose to inform me before leaving?" I was waiting patiently for him to finish his questionnaires.

"Answer me Dammit!" He groaned in frustration.

Boy, this man must be really pissed off.

"Hi, I'm Jenna.... Actually I've found your friend passed out in an alley and even I've sort of lost my way. Can you please help us both, may be arrange a ride or something".

It was way awkward that I'd contemplated. Asking help from a complete stranger over a phone call was the least thing I would have imagined to do but he was my only chance.

"Wait... What? Shit! Okay just help me with your location, I'll be there asap!"

I gave him the location as much as I could but I obviously failed to give him an extract one. He asked me to stay by 'Ace' as he arrives here.

He sounded genuinely worried about this guy, they must be really close. I stared at the passed out guy, he had calmed down, no groans anymore. Maybe he was having a nightmare back then because he just went from groaning to peaceful.

After what seemed like 15 mins, a Grey Infinity Q70 pulled over, the dude had to be loaded to afford such a Car. A blonde guy dashed out of the car, looking at Ace and then me. He was quite pissed, his face in a permanent scowl.

Man, what have you dragged yourself into? I mentally punched myself.