Thread: Little Did They Had {Revenge x viktri_neɪʃən]

RE Little Did They Had Revenge - Viktrinen Angelo awoke the next morning at what he assumed was dawn. The sun had hardly risen yet the sky glowed a brilliant mixture of blues and pinks and everything in between. He silently slipped out of the bed, careful not to disturb his peaceful girlfriend, and made his way through the dim lighting in their room to the closet where Kelly claimed her piggy bank was. He encased the round glass in his large palms and was mindful enough to not make any extreme, unnecessary movements as he exited their bedroom that would cause whatever change within to clang around. With the door closed behind him, Angelo totaled the money in his pocket with hers and came up to a hundred and seven dollars. Though thankful for something rather than nothing, it was heartbreaking that they only had a hundred and seven dollars to their names. He was in charge of their funds and was very conservative, using the money only for emergencies that could not be avoided, but it never seemed enough. If anything, the money he saved now would most likely give them a few nights in a cheap motel when eviction time came. His feet easily slipped into his worn out sneakers and he dressed into the same shirt he wore yesterday before leaving the house. He would only be gone for 15 minutes, seeing how the corner store was a block away and the pawn shop was two blocks further than that. Angelo figured the watch he stole would be worth at least a hundred more and while he was out, he wanted Kelly to have the breakfast she hasn't gotten in awhile. The corner store door opened and lightly touched the bell at the top, filling the silence of the store with a ring and arousing the owner awake from a day dream. The said nothing to each other, only exchanging friendly glances and weak smiles before Angelo walked to the back and grabbed a small bottle of milk and a package of mini chocolate donuts to distract the owner from the other items he stuffed into his back pockets. He approached the counter and placed his items on the counter and put a five in the man's hand. After he was handed back his change, Angelo wished man a good day and left. In the duration of having a small, uncomfortable chat with the man at the pawn shop and finally receiving his money a hundred and five dollars, Angelo was almost home and that is what kept his insides from being spilled outside. From what he learned living on the streets, he kept his paper money inside of his left sneaker and the coins in his pocket. As soon as he turned the corner onto his neighborhood, two thugs snatched him by his shirt and yanked him into the alleyway behind the corner store. Someone's fists continued to land on his face and rib cage while another set of hands searched his person and stole whatever was left in his pockets. Angelo tried desperately to protect himself but it only made his attackers angrier and strike harder, inflicting serious pain on his arms and hands. Throughout the entire scuffle, he was blind as to who was attacking him but judging by the way they called him offensive Hispanic names in their thick, uneducated accents slang, he would have to say they were African-American. They cursed at him for having such little and useless junk and kicked him good in the side before running off, leaving Angelo curled up in filth, bleeding from his lip and moaning in pain. Long after they were done beating him and left, he still begged in Spanish for them to stop. Or maybe he was begging for God to stop such cruel luck from happening to him and his girl. Angelo arrived home twenty five minutes later and locked the door behind him. But before he could relax on the couch, he had to check on Kelly and the baby to make sure no one had gotten to them. He kicked his sneakers with the money inside underneath the couch and left the plastic bag of Kelly's breakfast on the kitchen counter with each painful step closer to the bedroom. He cracked open the door...