Flee
There has been something that has always bothered me since the second the event concluded. I remember perfectly the sounds of that day and vividly remember the images of my friend being thrown into a tree and receiving blows from someone who was twice his size and age. I remember me standing theirthere alongside with another friend just watching, as if we were attending a grudge match. I did nothing but stand there and watch one of my closest friends take a beating. (Before I continue with the story feel it is necessary for me to inform you with my friend's background and the friendship between us that developed.)delete-the intro is powerful enough and stands on its own. My friend, Jeff, since the day he was borncomma (he) was on his own. His mother he knew little about except that she tried to sell him for drugs when he was a baby like he was a newly born animal, when his dad broke into the drug rage with a gun to save him,period (but) even his father was not around much after that. Jeff grew up in the "ghetto" of St. Ann with his grandma and hardly seen his fathersemi-colon as he was always working or doing something and rarely had time for his son. He quickly learned and ran the streets and started to be
Jeff, as always, came to protect me and said, "He was just about to when the man let go. Then, somehow I gained strength and blurted "That's my bike!" The man throws the bike down and Jeff comes running at him to retain my bike and begins to swing on the man and again the man is able to over power him and drag Jeff by the hair around the yard and then quickly leaves. All the way till the last inning it was tied and then we rolled into the bottom of the 7th and all we had to do was hold them to force extra innings, but next thing you know "crack" "crack" two hits followed by a Big Mac type homerun. Jeff and I became good friends through baseball. We play video games till our food is ready and then go upstairs to eat. My dad grabs me and says "Why the hell didn't you help him? Why the hell were you such pussy to not defend him after everything and all the times Jeff had been there for you?" I had no response, I knew I had done wrong and just stood there in silence with no response. Jeff, back to a tree, laughed saying "Is that all you got?" The man finally realizes he can't make this kid show pain and walks away and grabs my bike and throws it in his truck. When we get there Jeff is already telling everyone stories about his latest fight and getting us pumped up to the win the game. We all felt we were so close but yet so far away now. Louiscomma and began to get involved with worseworst gangs. Louis, finished 3rd in Nationals,period (and) a large part was because of Jeff's pitching and his all around skill. On the journey there I stumbled across a pipe, which seemed to belong to some kind of net,period it was about 4 ft. tall and skinny, but pure aluminum, so I picked up and continued walking. When we were 11 we played his team, St.
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