Sam POV
I felt my face get crushed by my opponent's foot, and I fell to the ground whimpering. My opponent, Big Black Bill, had been fighting me for my hooker, Cinnamon Rose; she was new around here and not broken in, hell she was the only clean hooker around. I really wanted to be the first one to break her into the gang life, but now I'll probably never have a chance. Big Black Big spat on my bloody, broken face. I felt completely at loss and started to crawl away, crying. I heard jeering behind me as I attempted to leave.
"Hey you there, the one crying," I heard a deep voice behind me call.
Oh shit! I'm going to get shot!
I started to crawl faster.
"No stop! I'm not going to hurt you!" The voice soothed. I stopped tired and ready to die. I turned around and what I saw brought all hope back into my street life.
"D-Dean?" I wheezed, "Is that really you? My big brother?"