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Adomas and I made it a few feet before two of the guys grabbed us by our arms. The other two men began punching and kicking the man.
“Stop! Leave him alone!” I yelled, hoping to attract the attention of what I hoped were good people.
A few of the men who were at the fence hurried away and out of the alley. No … no, don’t leave! Adomas and I struggled to be free while the man who came to our defense was beaten.
“You boys think it’s all fun and games to come down here and watch sick shit. Well, you can watch what happens to those who believe the shit that goes on over the fence is okay.”
I continued to fight against the iron hands that held me still. The guy who had his arm around me pulled my hair, forcing my head upward to watch the scene in front of us. The man cried out for help as he shielded his head from the barrage of fists. One of the guys that was punching the man pulled out a knife and pointed it at Adomas and me.
“This is what happens to people who have sick minds around here,” he growled at us before he stabbed the man over and over and over.
I didn’t even realize the thugs had let go of me until my knees hit the ground. Adomas was on the ground beside me. His hand moved, so I knew he was still alive. We were each kicked in the stomachs as we watched a pool of blood spread away from the man’s body.
“I’m sure your parents wouldn’t want to hear that their boys are sick.”
One of the other guys stomped on my lower back.
“Especially you. Your family already has the sickly.”
Soon, they were gone.
I couldn’t think.
I could barely stand.
When I finally stood upright, I doubled over and threw up. I just watched a man get stabbed to death.
“Justinas,” Adomas quietly said my name and then reached for me. I quickly backed up and pushed his hand away, then clutched my side and stomach. “Just—”
“Stop! Don’t touch me!” I held my hands out so he wouldn’t walk closer to me.
“Come on, Justinas. We need to get out of here. Let me help you,” he murmured but didn’t step toward me.
“Don’t touch me, though! I’ll walk on my own.”
I didn’t want those guys to see Adomas within touching distance of me. We walked home slowly and stopped a few times for each of us to throw up. I wasn’t able to think clearly on the way home, but partial fragments worked their way into my head.
We saw a man get killed.
Those men knew Adomas had banned magazines.
There was so much blood.
They knew who I was.
I wondered if that man had a family.
They knew Rami was sick.
I’d never forget the sounds that man made as he was beaten to death.
They knew where I lived.
As soon as we turned onto our street, I felt sicker. I looked over my shoulder, making sure no one had followed us. I stopped walking.
“Justinas—”
“I can’t go home.” I started to cry.
