nowhere to go ⇮ brallon

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Dallon's POV:
"Yes, mom. I know I should've told you sooner. Yes. I know it's been almost 2 months since I've seen you. And yes, I know I'm 'being ridiculous'. I'm sorry. I'll be in next time. I'm busy with work." I sighed frustratedly. "Bye, I miss you and I love you too."

Telling my mom that you're not coming in for the annual 4th of July picnic is practically a sin to her, and it never gets easier. You'd think by the 2nd or 3rd time you skip, you would become immune to the nagging and yelling, but no. It doesn't work like that.

I threw my phone down on the bed and decided that what I needed after a phone call like that was a walk, a little bit of fresh air. I didn't care that it was 7:00 at night and the sun would set soon.

So I left. I walked through my neighborhood and decided to take a shortcut through the alley, and maybe there would be something interesting over that way. Or maybe I would stop and get a 7/11 slurpee, the possibilities were endless.

Pretty soon my thoughts began to consume my mind, and I didn't even care where I walked or ended up, I just needed to walk, and think.

What if mom gets seriously mad at me? Like I know right now she's pissed but she's not like "never talking again" level mad. What would I do if she didn't talk to me anymore? I don't want to live life without my mom-

My thoughts were cut off by the sounds of crying. Oh shit, I had made my way into the bad part of town. And not the kind of bad part of town where the people were just ghetto and smoked a little bit of weed, the kind of bad where the cops are constantly called for meth busts and knife fights and shootings.

I'm not sure what happened in my mind in that moment, but I went closer to the sounds. And when I got close enough. I could see a guy beating the shit out of another guy on their front porch . At first I thought it was a fight, but the man below him made no effort to fight back, and he had a look of pure terror in his eyes. I walked even closer, still unnoticed. At this point I was directly across from their small, falling-apart townhouse, and I could hear the smaller man calling him 'Sir'.

I tried to whip out my phone to call 911, but I had left it sitting on my bed after the call with my mom. Shit.

What was I gonna do? I couldn't fight very good, but I also couldn't just just let him get beaten to death, which is what it looked like was happening. When I saw the bigger man punch him in the nose and heard his sad, blood curdling scream, I knew I had to do something right then.

"Hey!" I yelled. I ran closer to them, I was now in their yard. "What the fuck man, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"Go home, asshole, this is none of your business!" The tall man yelled back at me.

"I think it became my business when I saw you punch him in the nose!" I screamed. "Let him fucking go."

"I'm not letting him do shit! He's mine!" He said loudly, as if it were obvious. "I'm the only thing this whores got. Right, Brendon?"

"R-r-right, S-Sir..." He mumbled, almost too quiet to hear.

The man kicked the smaller man, who I now know as Brendon in the rib before walking off the porch and over to me. Brendon yelped.

"Why don't you just go finish your fucking stroll and mind your own goddamn business. We don't get into other people's disputes in this part of town." He said, spitting the words at me.

"I'm pretty sure it's not a dispute if he's laying on the ground too petrified to fight back." Oh shit, this wasn't gonna be pretty.

He swung at me, but I moved back in time to dodge it. I took a swing at him, knocking him to the ground. I took this as an opportunity to beat the shit out of him. I got his face pretty good, nothing as bad as he had done to Brendon though. That was almost impossible to do.