Do Not Read This.

Busted and Lead Elsewhere.

A boot pushes heavily on my side, the same side that was kicked last night. In my mind, my thoughts flee in panic as I am no longer in control of my movements and pain throbs in my ribs. I scream in my head, in pain, in fear. I've been caught. Rule number 2: Never get caught. And if you follow Rule Number 1 (Don't be Vulnerable) then Number 2 shouldn't be a problem.
"Fancy meeting you here, I've been needing to talk to you." The electricity slowly loses its clutches on my body and I gradually regain the ability to move. "Get away.." I groan and the boot pushes down harder and I struggle to push off the heavy foot. "Get off!" I yell. I manage to roll to my back, getting two hands on the boot and shoving hard. Yet, still, the male pushes his weight down, now on my stomach, and I fight for breath. "Stop being pathetic." The male growls. "Stop fighting me, you know you can't win." After a small length of time I give up and he lifts his foot up a little so I can breathe easier. "Now, up you go." He says and he stoops over, places a strong hand under one of my arms and hauls me to my feet roughly, and uses his other hand to grab my bookbag. He keeps a firm grip on my arm and guides me down a few blocks then we take a few turns down a couple of sketchy alleys. I try to wrench my arm from his grasp a few times, but it is futile so I give up to conserve energy. He takes me through a shabby door in one of the brick buildings in the alley and half-drags me through. My eyes dart from left to right in the dark, dusty room, searching for anyone else. We cross the room and he sets me down on a standard, metal folding chair. He crosses his arms and stands in front of me menacingly. "Do you know why you are here?"