London tour guides or something?” One of the boys said, laughing, as he pushed past Shay, looking him up and down like he was a piece of shit before continuing to walk.
Shay hadn’t expected the kids to take the piss, but asking for directions had immediately made them targets for the boys’ jibes, now that they knew the two men weren’t from around these parts.
“Ah, what’s the matter, you two poofters lost, are ya?” The tallest kid tried to push past the two men who were trying to block the path.
Shay looked at Gavin in desperation. They couldn’t let the kids get to the flat or all hell would break loose. Gary and Jamie wouldn’t stand a chance if Jerell had back-up. Gavin had started to lose his temper with the boys now anyway and fancied teaching one of the little shits a lesson. Grabbing the mouthy older boy by his hood as he tried to push past, Gavin swung him around so that the boy was up close to Gavin’s face.
“What did you just call me?” Gavin eyeballed the kid, letting him know that he had chosen the wrong person to piss off.
“You two think you're rude boys, huh?” Shrugging Gavin’s hand off his coat, the kid laughed as he looked Gavin and then Shay up and down once again, like they were hot steamy shits; if Gavin had intimidated him the boy certainly wasn’t showing it. “You going to get out of my way, or am I going to have to make you?” The boy’s threat was loaded, as he lifted his top up and flashed the handle of the blade that was sticking out of his pocket, confident that he could take these two men on if he had to.
Shay looked nervously at the knife, as he silently cursed Gavin’s quick temper. The other boys standing around were enjoying the show that was unfolding before them. They loved a good street fight.
***
In the flat, Jerell was slowly moving towards the door, dragging Tyler by his arm as he continued to hold the gun at the boy’s head, not once taking his eyes off Jamie and Gary.
Jamie was tempted to shoot; he reckoned if he was fast enough he could take Jerell out without him getting a chance to press his own gun’s trigger, and maybe then the boy would be okay. Gary, however, didn’t want to take the chance and had shook his head at Jamie warningly, not wanting to get any kid caught up in the cross fire.
But Jerell was almost at the door.
Gary continued pointing his gun in Jerell’s direction, but his attention was on Jamie, trying desperately to make sure that he didn’t do anything stupid. Seeing the bead of sweat trickle down Jamie’s forehead, Gary could almost see his brain whirling away inside his head.
“Let him go, Jamie.”
Jamie wanted the pervert to be taught a lesson, but he knew that he couldn’t take a risk in case it backfired and the boy took a bullet. He couldn’t live with a child’s blood on his hands.
“Les: move. Jerell’s coming out, and he’s got a kid with him,” Gary shouted towards the front door, knowing that Les would freak out if he saw a mountain of a man coming towards him, armed and with a kid in tow.
It all happened so fast. Les heard the panic in his boss’ voice, as Jerell lurched towards him. Les pointed his gun at Jerell, fighting to control the tremble in his hands. “Put your gun down now,” Les ordered; his voice shook and the words didn’t come out as loudly as he had wanted them too; he felt so scared he could barely move.
“Don’t do nothing stupid, do what your boss man in there tell you. Move outta me way!” Jerell had no time for the fat, sweaty man in the doorway. The man's pistol was aimed at him but he looked incapable of pulling a pint, let alone a trigger. A few more steps and Jerell would be out of there.
“Let him go, Les,” Gary called, worried that Les was in danger and knowing how scared he would be.
Panicking, Les moved forward towards Jerell at the same time as Gary shouted at Les to get out of the way.
The shot rang out.
***
Shay and Gavin’s fight
Shay hadn’t expected the kids to take the piss, but asking for directions had immediately made them targets for the boys’ jibes, now that they knew the two men weren’t from around these parts.
“Ah, what’s the matter, you two poofters lost, are ya?” The tallest kid tried to push past the two men who were trying to block the path.
Shay looked at Gavin in desperation. They couldn’t let the kids get to the flat or all hell would break loose. Gary and Jamie wouldn’t stand a chance if Jerell had back-up. Gavin had started to lose his temper with the boys now anyway and fancied teaching one of the little shits a lesson. Grabbing the mouthy older boy by his hood as he tried to push past, Gavin swung him around so that the boy was up close to Gavin’s face.
“What did you just call me?” Gavin eyeballed the kid, letting him know that he had chosen the wrong person to piss off.
“You two think you're rude boys, huh?” Shrugging Gavin’s hand off his coat, the kid laughed as he looked Gavin and then Shay up and down once again, like they were hot steamy shits; if Gavin had intimidated him the boy certainly wasn’t showing it. “You going to get out of my way, or am I going to have to make you?” The boy’s threat was loaded, as he lifted his top up and flashed the handle of the blade that was sticking out of his pocket, confident that he could take these two men on if he had to.
Shay looked nervously at the knife, as he silently cursed Gavin’s quick temper. The other boys standing around were enjoying the show that was unfolding before them. They loved a good street fight.
***
In the flat, Jerell was slowly moving towards the door, dragging Tyler by his arm as he continued to hold the gun at the boy’s head, not once taking his eyes off Jamie and Gary.
Jamie was tempted to shoot; he reckoned if he was fast enough he could take Jerell out without him getting a chance to press his own gun’s trigger, and maybe then the boy would be okay. Gary, however, didn’t want to take the chance and had shook his head at Jamie warningly, not wanting to get any kid caught up in the cross fire.
But Jerell was almost at the door.
Gary continued pointing his gun in Jerell’s direction, but his attention was on Jamie, trying desperately to make sure that he didn’t do anything stupid. Seeing the bead of sweat trickle down Jamie’s forehead, Gary could almost see his brain whirling away inside his head.
“Let him go, Jamie.”
Jamie wanted the pervert to be taught a lesson, but he knew that he couldn’t take a risk in case it backfired and the boy took a bullet. He couldn’t live with a child’s blood on his hands.
“Les: move. Jerell’s coming out, and he’s got a kid with him,” Gary shouted towards the front door, knowing that Les would freak out if he saw a mountain of a man coming towards him, armed and with a kid in tow.
It all happened so fast. Les heard the panic in his boss’ voice, as Jerell lurched towards him. Les pointed his gun at Jerell, fighting to control the tremble in his hands. “Put your gun down now,” Les ordered; his voice shook and the words didn’t come out as loudly as he had wanted them too; he felt so scared he could barely move.
“Don’t do nothing stupid, do what your boss man in there tell you. Move outta me way!” Jerell had no time for the fat, sweaty man in the doorway. The man's pistol was aimed at him but he looked incapable of pulling a pint, let alone a trigger. A few more steps and Jerell would be out of there.
“Let him go, Les,” Gary called, worried that Les was in danger and knowing how scared he would be.
Panicking, Les moved forward towards Jerell at the same time as Gary shouted at Les to get out of the way.
The shot rang out.
***
Shay and Gavin’s fight
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