each other nervously. It was at this moment that Brutus decided to get up to use the bathroom. “O-ok, you follow him in there and… and hit him over the head,” one of the brothers started to say with a nervous stutter. “Hit-hit him hard and… and make it look like he slipped and hit his head on the sink or… or s-something, I don’t know. I’ll… I’ll stay here so it doesn’t look so… so suspicious with both of us following him.” Him talking about how they were going to murder my best friend finally got me to move my ass. I had to get Brutus out of there! I quickly ran to the bathroom before the second brother could get out of his seat. When I went through the door, I saw that Brutus was just finishing washing his hands. “Time to go!” I yelled quickly. Brutus looked confused, but he didn’t argue. He started walking forward, and water dripped off his hands. Before I could remind him to be careful with the water on the floor (it wouldn’t be the first time he’d fallen like that) one of the brothers came barging in recklessly. Before I could even react, Brutus had slipped on the water. I watched as he toppled over right onto the would-be assassin! I couldn’t believe what I just saw. The man wasn’t just knocked over, he was knocked unconscious! I was so relieved that I almost pumped my fist in the air and started cheering. That was until I saw Brutus start to apologize and try to wake the guy up. I grabbed his arm and pulled him out of there without an explanation. I wasn’t going to stay at the bar and wait for our luck to run out. R “You should have let me help him, Carlos. He was hurt. We could have at least called an ambulance or something.” Brutus had been rambling on and on like this since we left the bar. I could tell he felt guilty thinking that he had hurt this man he thought was just coming in to take a piss. The big guy even seemed close to tears! “For the last time, B,” I said not caring that he could hear how annoyed I was getting at his constant pleads to go back, “the guy will be fine! Besides, that’s not the kind of person you want to be helping. Trust me.” “What do you mean?” Brutus asked innocently. “I mean that the guy back there was about to bash your brains in!” I said finally. Brutus looked at me with so much confusion that I thought I must have grown a second head or something. Page 81
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