"Hey, look who's here!" Sean's dream was interrupted by the voice who was talking Spanish to him.
He has talked to that guy before. Last week he was nice to him and gave him some money and some cigarettes. They talked a bit and he offered him some jobs. But Sean hesitated. Those "jobs" seemed kind of illegal. When Sean denied he got pretty crazy. He yelled at him and chased Sean through the town.
Sean stood up and hurried to get his stuff.
"Wait, wait, Gringo. We just want to talk!" he said grinning. He was older than Sean, - maybe mid twenties - and he had a baseball bat in his hand. Another guy – about Sean's age - was standing next to him.
"Hey, listen. I don't want trouble." Sean said rising his arms.
"Maybe I do – One-Eye." The man replied.
"Stop it, Ivo!" the other guy insisted. He looked at Sean: "Heard you're a good runner. Maybe you're up for some little jobs? We always need fast guys in our family."
"No, I don't think so. I already told your friend last time. But thanks."
Ivo pointed his bat towards Sean: "You're either with us or against us!"
The other guy next to him just rolled with his eyes: "Can you maybe calm down? Why do you need to make a drama out of everything?"
They started arguing and Sean saw a possibility to escape. He ran down the hill and tried to hide in the small alleys. The baseball bat guy chased after him. Sean jumped over a fence and bumped into some pedestrians. When he sprinted around a corner he slipped and the thug reached him. He hit hard on Sean's upper leg. Sean went down and his body ached. "Fucking American! You don't belong here." His eyes were full of rage .The other guy arrived at the scenery but he did nothing to de-escalate the situation. He seemed scared too. Ivo kicked him on his head and spat on Sean.
Suddenly he heard a new voice. "Hey. What the fuck are you doing, asshole?" A woman yelled at the baseball bat guy. First he was irritated but lowered the bat. He seemed to know the woman. Sean couldn't see something. His eye was covered with blood and his head hurt. Ivo and the other guy went back as the woman got between them and Sean. "Oh I see," she continued. "Hitting kids is now your new sport, I guess? Your both are fucking pricks."
She gestured and yelled at them but Sean's head got numb. He really got a bad headache and needed to throw up. When Sean tried to stand up his knees were weak.
"You look like shit!" The woman looked at Sean with her arms crossed. The two guys were gone. She moved towards him and helped him getting up. "And you smell like it!" she added. The woman examined Sean's head wound. "That fucker kicked you hard. Your right eyebrow is bleeding! Can you talk? What's your name?"
Sean couldn't respond. His head was dizzy. "Maybe you have a concussion." The woman sighed. "Ok, guess I can't leave you like this. Follow me."