" Aren't you Ace Merrill's brother?"
" Yes, sir." Dylan grabs the hamburger buns from the racks, the coke bottles from the refrigerator.
" Are you like your brother?"
" I don't try to be, sir."
" You better not steal anything."
" I won't, sir." The food and drinks hit the counter with a light thud, the glass of the bottles creating a clink. The man weighs the raw meat.
" A little boy like you shouldn't be out here all by yourself." He leans over the counter. Dylan freezes, afraid to move.
The male's rough hand strokes the young boy's cheek. " You could get hurt out here." His hot, breath is barely bearable to breathe in. " Relax. You're safe with me."
" Can I leave, sir?" Dylan speaks slowly, his eyes boring into the counter. He leans back a bit, his hand slowly moving to the bottom of Dylan's collarbone. Before the man's fingers can dip into space between the shirt and skin a ring goes off.
The man moves away quickly, someone else walking into the store. Dylan pays what he owes and leaves the store. As soon as the store is a speck in his sight, he turns to his side, dry heaving. Tears fall from his eyes before they shut tight, his breakfast leaving him.
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photographs | chris chambers ✅
Fanfiction" Learned it some time ago. You know it's loaded, right?" Dylan changes the subject. Chris stares in shock, surprised how he knows how to use a gun. Where did he even learn that? And why won't he say? " You sure it's loaded?" Chris questions nervous...
