'Daddy's' Words are Law (For BabyMac)
It's a cold night in the city. Mid afternoon there was a rainstorm but it passed a few hours ago. Leaving the city wet and puddles everywhere. In a dark alleyway. There was a young lad of eighteen with much older boys. They were smoking, drinking and doing some drugs. He had a can of spray paint and was spraying on a wall. Now usually you would see someone like him paint on their gang's tag or some naughty words, but he was spray painting a field with flowers. Which caused the others to laugh and one smacked him roughly upside his hooded head. Making him whimper.
"Oh toughen up, I didn't even hit you that hard." a much bigger and older male said. Making the sprayer hang his head and rub where he smack. "Aw poor baby. Do you wanna a bottle?" another teased in a babying tone and soon they were laughing. This caused the smaller lad to snap and pounce and the one teasing him. A fight broke out and was one against four. Soon he was on the ground and being kicked around. One of them brakes a beer bottle over him letting the liquid pour over him.
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