Summoning The Force with every fiber of your being, you hold the bat up shakily and swing it.
…The glass doesn’t even crack. Instead, the force of the blow reverberates through your entire body.
Your head spins as you stumble back dizzily, dropping the bat. Your wrist hurts a lot. You think you sprained it.
Low Life takes a drag of his cigarette. He looks like he’s holding himself back from bursting into laughter.
<Ay nigga
<Good job
<Now get yo ass back to the truck befo’ the pigs come.
But..
<Get.
You relent. If the police’s attention is going to be on that car, it would be safer for you not to ride in it. Even if you have to… ride in the truckbed…
