A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing
...piece of chocolate, and so I gave one to him. Just then my friends walked up and joined the conversation. We were telling them that we were from Miami, but they didn’t believe us. Then at that moment Miguel pulled out his wallet to show them his Florida ID. One of the boys casually grabbed the wallet and studied the ID as well as the contents within. A few moments later, Miguel recovered his wallet upon which he discovered that the money was missing and confronted the boy telling him to return the money. The boy vehemently denied that he had taken it. At that moment, the other boy demanded that I give him the money that was in my pocket, which I denied even having. He then stepped closer to me until he was merely inches from my face, raised the front of his shirt, where I saw a 9mm pistol tucked into his shorts, and demanded again that I give him my money. Since I have no fear of death, I flatly refused. He proceeded to pull out the gun, place the muzzle at my left kidney and demand once more that I turn over my money. Many things passed through my head at that moment. I towered about two feet over him and could have easily overpowered him. I considered grabbing the gun and punching him at the same time. I wanted to bash his brains out. I felt rather stupid for not having done just that when he had the gun tucked in his shorts. One blow is probably all it would have taken, and even with the gun in my kidney I would have, but I considered the possibility that the other boy was armed as well. Had I overpowered and disarmed the one with the drawn gun, still there lingered the possibility that the other boy was armed and would have shot me. Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded if I had been killed, but I didn’t want my friends to get shot. I held back. I felt violated and deceived. Violated because something was about to be taken from me against my will and deceived because I believed myself to be safe from this sort of thing at a strip mall. Muttering curses, I turned over the contents of my pocket. A whopping twenty dollars! They had taken forty from Miguel. They jumped on the bicycle, one on the handle bars, and off they rode down the street. We were mentally taken aback as the realization started to sink in that we had just been robbed. Th...