Black hood

It's been almost a week since what happened at the publisher. I honestly don't think they will call me anymore but I still have hope that they will.

I no longer have a place to go, they gave me a week to vacate the studio and I still can't find a place to go. What a pathetic life I lead.

Sometimes I wonder: What did I do in my other life to live like this in this one? Was I someone bad?

I lazily get out of bed, grab my cell phone from the nightstand, and go out to buy beer. Yes, beer. I'm emotionally tired I need a drink.

My appearance at the moment is not that good to say so, it would be better if I don't meet anyone I know, although the truth is that I no longer care. What else could happen to me? Although with this bad luck that I have better I do not say anything.

I go into the little store. At the counter is a boy playing a video game on his cell phone, I go straight to the liquor section, I choose about 4 beers.

I stand in front of the boy and wait for him to attend to me. But he doesn't even look at me, he's still very attentive to your cell phone, he's filling my patience, I want to leave quickly and he doesn't collaborate.

—HEYY. — The boy with an annoyed face looks at me. —I'm waiting for you to attend to me but you are ignoring me for playing.

With obvious annoyance he tries to smile.

-I'm sorry for your annoyance.- He answers by clenching his jaw.

He looks at the bottles on the counter and looks at me.

-Take it with a gift for the trouble.- You can go. -He speaks as his attention returns to his phone.

-Thanks I guess?- I'm heading for the exit.

If you continue like this, you will lose a lot of customers and money.

I decide to forget the subject and begin to hum my favorite song.

Youngblood from 5 Second of summer."

On the way home there is a blackout, it is very dark and to top it all I did not bring my cell phone. I walk as fast as I can around here at night it's very dangerous, something could happen to me.

When I think I'm alone I hear a hoarse voice near me Where did that voice come from? Was I so distracted?

-But look what we have here.

I didn't notice there were 2 guys chasing me.

Curse.

The strong smell of beer reaches me, they are obviously erased.

I try to ignore them, I don't feel like fighting.

I'm not stupid, I know how to defend myself but even so there are two of them and they beat me in strength.

-Don't you hear that I'm talking to you bitch? -Speak one of them very close to my ear.

-He needs us to teach him to respect.-The other joins.

As it is dark, I can't see them very well, but what little they see is that I know they are fat and bald. One is wearing a black T-shirt, and the other is white.

Gross. They don't think they could do that to their mother, daughters, or wife.

Disgusting people.

I roll my eyes.

The one in the black shirt slaps me.

This is where my patience comes. I drop the bag of beers.

-Son of a bitch.-After finishing the sentence I punched him in the nose.

-Damn bitch.- The one with the white shirt tries to hit me again. But this time I'm not giving it a chance.

I quickly take one of the bottles that are lying on the floor, luckily all of them are broken.

When the one in the black shirt tries to attack me again, I throw the broken bottle at you, it falls into one of his arms.

- Son of a bitch, you're going to pay me. Come here, you won't get rid of this. -I'm scared already.

I smile cheekily.

That seems to bother bald men.

Out of nowhere a guy with a black hood appears.

-I see you are having fun. Can I join in? "He asks playfully.

-It's not your business, don't get involved. -Answers one of the peeled.

In the distance I can hear the sirens of the policemen.

I'm really screwed.

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-I already told you that it was all in self-defense.- I reply irritated.

When we tried to run it was very late, the police were already there, so there was no other way to come to the police station.

Although in reality this is too unfair.

-Sir, do you know the lady?- A policeman asks the boy in the hood.

-No, but I saw her in trouble and wanted to help. -Reply very calm.

-YOU DON'T SEE THAT I NEED MEDICAL HELP I CAN DIE BLEEDED.- The bald man shouts at whoever threw the bottle.

I don't feel sorry for him, he deserved it.

-Don't exaggerate, it's not a serious injury.- He smiled at the guy.

-DAMN BITCH YOU'RE GOING TO PAY THEM, I SWEAR YOU WILL. -Shout again.

-Can't you say something more than "damn bitch"? -He says hoodie. -You are very ridiculous, and so predictable.

The bald man jumped up and grabbed him by the neck.

He just smiles at him making the bald man more upset.

-You know I can leave you here two or three days if you keep doing thit.- This is one of the policemen speaking.

-Can I go now?.

-Miss no, you can't yet. He caused damage so he has to reach an agreement with the other party.

Are you fucking with me, are you serious?

-I will not reach any agreement, it was in self-defense.

The policeman thinks for a moment. Until he finally speaks.

-Is right. -Says his partner.-You can go but this will remain in your record.

Finally.

-Can I go too? -Asks the hooded boy.

I don't understand by this here if you didn't do anything.

The same policeman nods his head.

-We can also go right? -Asks the peeled.

-You stay.

Before leaving I hear screams, both men are complaining and cursing.

-A thank you at least no? This is the second time I have helped you. -This is the hood boy speaking.

I look at him confused.

I do not remember.

He takes off his hood and lets me see his face. He's the guy who helped me in the EDITORIAL with Joss.

He gave him a half smile even though he is someone a bit annoying, after his hero attitude, he is cute and much younger than me.

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