A/N: everyone is human.
"Alright Jocko. You know what to do. I got a customer coming in six minutes. You need to be out of here."
Sarah Nakamura didn't have time for this. He was taking too long. "Kaito Jacob Nakamura!" She yelled. Saying her son's full name got his attention. With a nod of her head, he stepped put into the freezing desert night. As soon as his figure disappeared, a brown Chevy pulled up.
"yo! Sexy!" a tall man called
"hey baby! You ready for me?" with that question, Sarah began her long night of work.
Jacob nakamura stayed away from the streetlights. This was his daily routine. Go to school, stay quiet. Come home, stay quiet and then out to the streets until the morning light. He made sure to take the side roads and alleyways away from the police and away from any gangs. Jacob was Japanese and quilete. That made him a target. He wasn't full Asian, or Mexican, or black so he didn't fit into any of the gangs. Which was a good thing, he didn't want to join any gangs or participate in any criminal activities. It wasn't a good look and it was bad. Besides he was only ten. He coughed as a chill ran up his spine. The desert nights were horrible. Freezing temperatures at night and scorching temperatures in the day.
"hey jacko?" a rough voice called. Jacob looked over to see a homeless man with a cigarette leaning against the alley wall.
"Hey Mr. Leroy." Jacob greeted sullenly. He hated the nickname jacko. One his mother's prominent customers called him that once and the name just stuck.
"you mom gotta man tonight?" Leroy asked
"yeah."
Leroy coughed and said "well then, you better get to that playground. Smart of you to tie your stuff up in the tree. Better hurry, cops have been out more often. So have the rival gangs. And we both know your Asian folks ain't going to save you."
Jacob nodded and quickly headed for the playground. He didn't know what was worse the police finding him or the gangs. The police would take him away from his mother and the gangs would kill him if he didn't comply. He quickly found his bag of goods tied up in the tree he left it in and headed for the trashed and graffiti-filled playground.
As Jacob got himself settled, his watch quickly went off. It was time. He hated when his watch went off at this time. It means he had to check his insulin and prick his finger with the needle. He had type 1 diabetes; it was discovered when he turned 8. It was a drastic change for him and scary. He wasn't making enough insulin, which meant his cells didn't have enough fuel which meant no glucose. With that thought, Jacob quickly bit into his mango and allowed his mind to wonder about his father. It was something Jacob did every night. His mother wouldn't tell him who he was. All Jacob knew was that He was native American and that he was once one of his mother's prominent customers. Of course, this didn't stop Jacob from fantasizing. On this cold night, he imagined his dad was tall, strong and warm. Really warm.