"I think I am going to be sick." Xavier said as the tall, stout, bald man assisted Xavier in trying to stand upright and flee the scene.
"Wait for it." Norman said as he guided the hurt young man over to the pile of garbage where his attacker lie unconscious, as his head hit the brick wall and now lie he there in a heap of garbage as Xavier bent forward vomiting the contents of his stomach, his entire meal of Angus beef, risotto, artichoke soup, peach Melba etc... His attacker did not feel the warm chunks of vomit on him for he was suffering from a subdoral-hematoma in the prefrontal cortex of his brain. Xavier wiped his mouth off with the sleeve of his expensive Italian suit as his new found friend helped him from the alley saying "My work van is just around the corner. We need to get the fuck outta here!"
"His girlfriend went to get the car to pick them up." Xavier managed to say still feeling as though he had been run over by a car. Now just as they exited the back alley the two of them heard the screech of tires coming to a dead stop. Then they listened hearing the young woman scream at the top of her lungs upon finding her boyfriend and his teammates in dire need of an ambulance. Norman hurried across the street with the beaten man as he quickly found his van, a white Econo-van with the words Pierce and Son LockSmith painted in faded red letters.
"Get in back, you can have a lie down and I'll get us the fuck outta here!" he slid the door back as Xavier fell in atop a few sleeping bags; which served Norman when he wanted to take a nap or had too much to drink. Xavier heard the door slammed shut. The van was very cold and reeked of tobacco; which only served to make Xavier feel more nauseous. This is when each man realized they did not know each other's names but Xavier was glad to be safe just the same. Now, although Xavier Diaz held no high regard for God, in his heart or mind whatsoever, he nonetheless said a silent prayer praising the Lord for delivering him from the hands of his enemies, thanking him for the kindness of strangers.
"Wait for it." Norman said as he guided the hurt young man over to the pile of garbage where his attacker lie unconscious, as his head hit the brick wall and now lie he there in a heap of garbage as Xavier bent forward vomiting the contents of his stomach, his entire meal of Angus beef, risotto, artichoke soup, peach Melba etc... His attacker did not feel the warm chunks of vomit on him for he was suffering from a subdoral-hematoma in the prefrontal cortex of his brain. Xavier wiped his mouth off with the sleeve of his expensive Italian suit as his new found friend helped him from the alley saying "My work van is just around the corner. We need to get the fuck outta here!"
"His girlfriend went to get the car to pick them up." Xavier managed to say still feeling as though he had been run over by a car. Now just as they exited the back alley the two of them heard the screech of tires coming to a dead stop. Then they listened hearing the young woman scream at the top of her lungs upon finding her boyfriend and his teammates in dire need of an ambulance. Norman hurried across the street with the beaten man as he quickly found his van, a white Econo-van with the words Pierce and Son LockSmith painted in faded red letters.
"Get in back, you can have a lie down and I'll get us the fuck outta here!" he slid the door back as Xavier fell in atop a few sleeping bags; which served Norman when he wanted to take a nap or had too much to drink. Xavier heard the door slammed shut. The van was very cold and reeked of tobacco; which only served to make Xavier feel more nauseous. This is when each man realized they did not know each other's names but Xavier was glad to be safe just the same. Now, although Xavier Diaz held no high regard for God, in his heart or mind whatsoever, he nonetheless said a silent prayer praising the Lord for delivering him from the hands of his enemies, thanking him for the kindness of strangers.
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