@coscanostra
baby knew how to take care of himself. he liked to think so. he was capable up to a point, but some days baby messed up and he couldn’t fight back. he let himself get a bit too distracted at a party. the hand came quick and grabbed him firmly by the back of the neck, steering him off to a corner. the music was too loud and everyone was too fucked to pay attention to the single person getting yelled at off to the side. baby cringed from the tone of voice. sorry, sorry, sorry. it was like a prayer whispered softly as he begged for forgiveness. it’s a blur. a guy is angry with him because he doesn’t have anything to sell. baby wears a black eye and a bruise that slowly forms on his cheek. he has to force his arm from someone’s grasp. they were determined to get his attention and with a bit of an argument he slipped free. he just wanted to go home, but instead he’s stuck at this stupid fucking party. someone had started to bang on the door. the voice is familiar and baby would pretend he didn’t know him. he was going to be in trouble when he leaves and it made his heart flutter nervously. baby threw his bag onto the bathroom counter. the contents would spill everywhere and he cursed softly, picking up his things. he then looked at his phone. a couple of rings and he’s glad they picked up. “hey..” he had to take a moment to breathe. there was a slight tremble to his hands as he held the phone to his face. “remember when i said i might need someone big and scary?” his tone was watery like he was ready to cry. “if i give you the address can you help me out?” a pause as he tries to hide the fact he started to cry. “i just want to leave.” part of him wondered if he actually was going to help or was all that just some dumb talk he fell for. it wouldn’t be the first time.
