One thing was for sure, I had to get out of here. There was no way I was staying with this guy, even if we escaped the Arena together. No guy is right in the head who steals popsicles from the kids of the lady who was harboring us!

And now that my brother found us, I couldn’t afford to tag along with a loose cannon. I should’ve left already.

I got off the bunk bed I was resting on and made my way outside the small house. I was about to open the door to the black truck I had acquired when my second worst nightmare came roaring down the street. The mobsters were coming to take me back to the Arena.

I quickly rolled under the truck and watched as a fat man jumped out of a car, walked to to door and pounded on it. My brother answered it. I was going to kill him!

My brother said something and the man pulled a gun & shot my brother. He crumpled to the floor.

I flew from under the truck and attacked the man. I almost didn’t hear my brother giggle from the floor. I was gonna beat up every male on the property!