a boy walked home from his friend's house...
it was dark out already...
he was late for dinner...
his parents had warned him time and time again
not to walk on empty streets...or through alleyways...
but he was SO LATE...
they'd be angry...
his dad would have had more than a few beers by now...
he began running....
his shoelaces had come undone at some point....
and in his haste, he tripped over them and fell to his knees...
his knee WAS BLEEDING...
OH, MY GOD....
they'd be worried...
why couldn't he learn to keep track of time ??
he wiped his knee with the sleeve of his shirt...
there was a noise....footsteps.....
a man was coming toward him !!
NO.........2 men !!
they had a car parked at the end of the alley...
the boy knew this because the headlights were glaring in his face....
he could feel sweat dripping down his forehead....
PLEASE GOD>.....
PLEASE PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE>...
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