“Back off, nigga,” the angry kid said to Mike, shifting his weight back and forth with feverish adrenaline, “this one’s gotta be for Trey.”

“Forget about her,” Mike said, standing up and looking at the angry kid, “let’s get the fuck outta here.”

“She know who the fuck we is,” the angry kid shot back quickly, “she gonna rat soons we bounce.”

“You ain’t gonna say shit, are you?” Mike asked, looking down at me. I could see the same thousand yard stare in his eyes that I see every time I look in a mirror.

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. Fear, anxiety, shock, pain, and astonishment left my thoughts a scrambled mess. My entire body trembled, my narrow vision unable to unlock itself...

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