He Stayed|

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Chapter Eight:

"Wait!" I stupidly repeated as a quickly ran to the poor boy.

Usually, I'm used to all these kinds of things but I am now hoping that I didn't say what I said.

I quickly sprint over to the deep-end corner of the alley.

The two guys look astonished for me at my bold behavior,

Trust me I am too

But they quickly mask it up with a look that would make a wrestling cage fighter fall to his knees.

I am about to speak but am quickly cut off by the black-headed guy holding the gun. Which is still directed at the beat-up kid.

"What the actual fuck?" The deep scowl on his face is quickly masked with a somewhat puzzled expression.

He quickly lifts his gun as if to point it at me but stops and briefly puts it in his front pocket.

I take a quick gulp gathering all the courage I have.

"Leave him alone" I find myself saying.

The guy next to him takes a glance at me with a bored expression and chuckles, he fucking chuckles.

I mean he's about to witness a murder, possibly two, and he's chuckling.

He looks down at me, danger mixed in his deep black eyes at says,

"Listen, I don't who you are or where you possibly came from but if you're trying to be a hero for this kid you might as well just stop or die trying to"

Okay Wow!

Anger quickly washes over me and I reply to the black-headed idiot, venom spitting from every word I say.

"That was by far the most cliche line that I have actually heard someone say, I mean couldn't you simply say get out or fuck off or just...... something, but that, you literally just had to say that"

He looks at me with a shocked expression, as if not to expect me to say that.

The gun guy is trying to hold back fits of laughter.

I am just still standing boldly not regretting my decision.

"Look all I'm saying is that you should let the kid go"

The black-headed idiot looks at me with so much hatred that if looks could kill, I'd be dust.

"Okay..." He pauses. "Fuck off"

I roll my eyes at his lame excuse of trying to be funny. From the corner of my eyes, I can see the kid attempting to stand up and escape from these goons.

His gaze meets mine and he looks at me with pleading eyes to shut up. I catch the memo quickly and stall these idiots.

Bringing myself back to reality, I cough awkwardly and look up to meet the eyes of the black-headed idiot.

"Ahem, so umm Kyle, can I call you Kyle you seem like a Kyle".

He raises his eye quizzically.

"Whatever" I pause " so umm Kyle look, do you really have to do this I mean what could he possibly have done for you to wanna murder...... kill him, I mean ".

He says nothing.

"Crap" I mutter," so why don't you like talk about it you know your feelings, your fears, everything"

I lean my elbow on the dumpster near me and quickly regret it.

"Ugh eww"

I screech as I quickly remove my hand from the disgusting garbage container.