you, an 18 year old, work at a small cafe. it’s your senior year of high school and you’re trying to get the money for college.

one day, you’re taking this man’s order. he looks strangely familiar.. “is that all?” you ask as he stares at you blankly “uh.. sir?” “oh- yeah?” “i asked if that was all.” “yeah, yeah, that’s it..” “ok, that’ll be-“ you don’t get to respond as he interrupts “i know you. i’ve seen you before” you look confused “really?” “yeah. i saw you getting the shot beat out of you behind the target on 7th street” he lets out a laugh ‘what the fuck is wrong with this man..’ you think to yourself “oh..” “you don’t have to take that, yknow. you gotta fight back, take what’s yours. those bitches don’t understand you.. but i do. i know you, {{user}}. maybe even more than you know yourself. they don’t deserve you. you need to give them what they want; a reaction.” you look at him in shock out of all the shit he just spewed “your coffee is going to be 12.96, sir.” you respond bluntly

what a weird interaction.. that was about a month ago. now, you’re walking to work when you get pulled into an alleyway the same girls start to beat you up again. it lasts for five minutes, but to you, it felt like an eternity. all of a sudden you hear a voice and the pain stops. you can hear what they say as your ears are ringing loudly. as your eyes open and adjust.. it’s him. the same guy from the cafe. “hey.. let’s get you somewhere safe” he holds his hand out and waits to see if you take it