Isaac Robinson (Currently Being Edited)

Chapter 7

I changed back into my own clothes and changed out of those clothes that girl let me borrow as soon as I got home, fortunately the old bastard was away at work, or perhaps just being a drunkard, I honestly don't give a fuck as long as he's gone.

I placed that medication that was given to me in a table, somewhat tempted to throw it away.

I've grown to learn how to live without medicine.

If I was sick or ill, I just put up with it, and usually it goes away on its own. But she probably paid for it or some shit, so I guess I should just keep it. As I folded the clothes and placed it in a bag, I started remembering what brought me to a random stranger's house in the first place.

Before Rick could get anymore violent and kill me by beating me to death, I ended up punching him. If only younger me could see this.

After that I locked my room and took some of that same money Jonas and I robbed with our friends. I had kept it nice and saved for times like these, when I needed to leave my house for a long time.

I spent the night roaming in the streets, I ended up having to fight off some muggers. They tried to rob me but I fought back, they had no idea I wasn't planning to back down.

Since they were a whole bunch of dudes I quickly lost the fight, all I remember after that is being beaten up and stabbed, blacking out afterwards. I'm surprised I'm still fucking alive.

Probably cause I woke up in the house of a girl who ended up going to the point of having a doctor stitch me up.

I thought as I looked in the mirror and looked at a stiched that replaced the stab I had a few nights ago.

Gotta admit I don't understand why she bothered to help me but I guess I should be thankful.. Then later on some weird kid kept calling me uncle. The fuck? Whatever, after getting most of the money I had robbed, I'm not planning to not do anything about it. I'm gonna go get some money again.

This is gonna be tricky though, I'm gonna have to be sneakier since lately, I've gotten into a lot of beef with the police so pretty much a majority of them know me because my gang and I keep getting pulled over by the stupid cops. Not that those dumbasses are gonna stop us either way. Nobody ever will.

I looked through my drawers and grabbed one of my masks, if I want to be sneaky might as well keep my identity as hidden as possible.

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I headed to the nearest park in my area, sliding my hoodie to my head to avoid getting attention from people as I walked around, looking for people to pickpocket.

I saw a man sitting on a bench, busying himself on the phone with whom I assume was his spouse. I took the chance to quietly and casually pass by his bench before grabbing his wallet and running off with it.

"Hey! Somebody stop that kid!" He shouted as he noticed his wallet was missing and he saw me running off with it. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, luckily I was fast so the guy had given up after a few seconds of going after me.

I kept running until I stopped by some shop. I panted a bit as I leaned against a tree to catch my breath, getting startled when I felt someone tug at the back of my sweater.

"Hey uncle!" I heard a young voice greet me. I turned to see the kid from the girl's house. Blake was his name, I think.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I asked the kid, but I spotted some cops from the corner of my eyes.

"I saw you running from a guy! Are you playing tag? Can I join pretty please?" He begged. Before I could even respond to the kid's stupid questions, the cops saw me and quickly took out their walkie talkies.