"ah harley" i put both my hands across his shoulders when i noticed something
"uh..harley?"
"okay, i know what your going to say but it wasnt her fault i swear!"
"how long has this been going on?" nothing silence that son of a-this this is my fault i should have been ugh!
"come with me where going to fix this now"
"theres is nothig to fix"
"says the guy who's been sleeping on the streets for how long 2? 3? weeks? wait dont tell me it was 3"
"....okay then i wont tell you anything" i huffed in exasperation kyle always worried that i wouldnt find out that i am so going to-
"dont do anything peter please look, it wasnt her fault, i got myself kicked out okay? it was an accident on both sides i'll fix this sooner or later and anyways a .....friend found me and im staying with him fora while now just until things get better okay? so no need to worry about me"
"harley..."
"peter please" i huffed at that i was about to retort when a hand grabbed my well...hand shit right the guys i turned back around and threw the lightest punch i had at him...apperentley it wasnt that light he flew across the bench and bumped his head onto the window his head slumped down onto his collar bone and i swaer it was almost comical how the entire bar quited down the 3 boys left turned around and looked at me
"peter...run" i didnt need to be told twice about that i threw myself to the window to be honest, i would have hurt it would have, if it where the first time, ah i remmeber the first time i got thrown of the window it was hysterical i should not have not have tried to return the mans wallet without telling him first what is with people nowdays? he thought i was stealing back then it hurt so badly the glass shards dug themselves against me and i was bleeding so much but now its like my body got used to it, the gplass shards do cut through sometimes but they dont bleed as much i landed on my feet and looked around me
'lost'
"ya no shit brain"
both alleys where dark one no doubt cant lead to sometimg good they never do! movies prove that i stood there for almost 30 seconds before i heard my name being called well the bad ass name i mad for myself
"черный паук!!"
"come on guys cant we talk this out?"
"money now or its your aunt" these idiots
"my aunt died 3 months ago you dipsh*t"
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That tiny loophole
Short Storyyou know being a runaway in the streets when the world thinks your dead is one thing, it's another when you're being framed for your own aunt's death and your death as your alter ego. wat hold up-tony's hallucinating me?! oh yeah mabye thats cause i...
