Sorry I have'nt Updated in a while! D: I've been sick (ok I was lazy, and sick, happy?). But I got off my ass to write whatever the fuck this peice of shit is.

You did'nt move. You could'nt. It felt like your legs were completly gone. But they suddenly came back when the man behind held a gun to your head and told you to move. You did'nt hesitate. When it was time to cross a street he hid the gun in his pocket but kept a firm hand on your shoulder, and guided you toward an ally. You didnt turn around to see who the man was but you had a pretty good feeling who it was.

"Nice to see ya again" a figure steps out from the shadows and greets you with a creepy smile on his face. Its Jake. And you bet the guy behind you is Sam.
You soon find that your prediction is correct when the man behind you steps around you to join his Jake.

"How ya been" Sam says still clutching the gun he had in his hand.

"I recently just left the hospital because the person I love was fucking injured and to make it all better I ran into a couple of assholes."
Im just fucking dandy, you said all to calm. You didn't want to piss them of. Especially with the gun still in Sams hand. What the fuck was he going to do?
Kill you for being "Gay" as the humans call it.

"Damn that little shit is still alive?" Sam said laughing. Damn little fucker is stronger than I thought. Felt your heart drop and fall down a fucking cliff.'

"Y-y-you did that to him" you say with a shaky breath. YOU FUCKING STABBED HIM BECAUSE HE WAS WITH ME! They look at you and just laugh.

"Ha look at him Jake!" His face is so red! It was true. Your whole face was red with anger. You did'nt know what to do. You wanted to go right over to them and beat the shit out of them but your brain told you to not even try. They were way bigger then you and could pumble you into the ground. But you didnt listen. Your whole body was filled with rage and you lunged toward Sam. You used all your body weight to push him to the ground.
You some how managed to knock the gun out of his hand.

The both of you were wrestling on the ground while Jake just stood there. He looked like he did'nt know what to do. Sam cought you off guard and got on top of you. He weighed a ton so he had an advantage (Your weak). You wished you had your sickles but you left them at home like a dumb ass.

"Jake!" Sam shouted. Get the gun! Jake did as he was told and picked up the gun.
Shoot the fucker! Sam ordered. Jake held the gun in his hand but made no attempt to shoot you.

"H-how come we just cant beat him up" he stammerd. We cant just shoot him.

"Jesus Christ we went over this" Sam said grinding his teeth. Just pull the god damn trigger!

"I-I cant"

"Just do it!"

"No!" Jake yelled. Sam loosend the grip on your shoulders. You position your knee and WHAM! A kick to his dick and he was on the ground. You quickly get up and dash away from the scene. You try not to look back but stop when you hear Sam yell at you.

"We're not done yet faggot!" He says. You and that other fuck will see us again soon! You shake what he said out of your head and continue to run.
You run all the way to your building, up the stairs and into your apartment. Your heart is beating fast and feels like it's going to explode.
Makeing your way over to the couch you kick off your shoes and lay down.

They were never going to leave you and John alone were they? Maybe you could move? No. That would cost to much and your jobs barely paid the rent.
You thought about calling the police but Sam has "connections". Maybe you should just walk out of Johns life so he can live a normal one? That thought makes you sit up. Were you the one causeing the trouble? Would John be better off with out you? Your head hurt from so many questions, so you make your way to your room and decide to sleep on it.

So yeah. Yes LOTS of spelling errors I was in a rush to finish :3 Sorry its short. I was eager to update. Hope you liked it and please review!