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89: Saved me

She- Selena Gomez

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Hunger was never a problem for Lisa in the past.

She always had enough food; either from stealing or actually buying it with her own money. Now it hasn't been that easy since she's paying her father to leave her brothers alone with her fighting money, so she rarely has any money for herself. It's almost too tempting to go back to dealing, but she knows that now isn't exactly a good time to be wandering the streets now that it's in a danger zone after the multiple deaths that's been going on.

So, this is what Lisa has to do now.

Steal.

And steal.

Without being caught of course.

This is what she's doing at the moment actually. Her hood is up, covering most of her face as she walks into a bodega in the city of Busan, head down with a backpack slouched over her shoulders. The cashier with the buzz cut and mean scowl on his face is currently on his phone, typing away with picking at his nails from his other hand, so he doesn't see how Lisa is discretely taking things and putting it in her backpack.

The place is empty of people so it's much easier for her to take anything without the eyes of others being around to be a snitch.

She heard things about city people, and it's that they're real big snitches. One can never be too careful to do a little sinning here.

It always gets caught.

However Lisa is running out of options at this point.

Just as she finished taking a bunch of frozen foods, a few junk and canned foods, she grabbed a candy bar and just took it to pay for it since it was the only thing she could afford.

Only to make it seem believable and not too obvious that she stole something.

However when she got up to the register, the man's sneering eyes were on her slightly suspicious as he glances at her somewhat filled backpack.

That was once empty.

Clearly he's no idiot for the art of stealing.

"Alright kid, hand it over."

Ah shit.

Lisa perks her head to the side in confusion, a deep frown on her lips, "Want what over?"

It's never too late to run....

The man's eyes grew more darker like a vicious snake and his lips twisted to a nasty snarl, "You know what, stop being fucking trouble- HEY!"

Lisa was just about to make a run for it but a hand on her wrist yanks her back and it's pressed down hard on the counter, keeping her in place. She tried prying away but the other male held on tightly with his face now so fucking angry.

"Hand over the fucking things you bitch!"

"Fuck you!" Lisa yells back and was just about to take out her pocket knife from her hoodie to use it against him, but suddenly the hand let's go of her wrist.

The cashier is suddenly pushed back by a hand on is chest, rattling him back against the racks behind him. Lisa felt her breath suddenly clog up her throat, especially when she looks up to who her savior was.

A man is standing in front of her with narrowed wide eyes to the cashier, extending an arm out to Lisa so he's shielding her away from him.

"Hey! Don't hold her like that!"

"She was stealing! She owes me money!"

Lisa can't breathe by this point and her hands are shaking in a familiar nerving adrenaline on the spot. No, it wasn't by how beautifully breathtaking the man who's sticking up for her is or how someone actually stood up for for her in the first place.