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Phil doesn't actually like drawing attention to himself.
This time though, when he saw the poor guy being dragged by bigger guys on the street, he felt sorry for him. No one deserved to be harassed like that. What really made up his mind was when he saw that the poor guy had a large bruise on his cheek and a nasty cut on his lip. That was the last straw.
He left his bicycle on the corner and chained it to the post before walking to the two jerks with his newly found bravery.
"Hey! Leave the guy alone!"
They all looked at him. He suddenly felt stupid for wanting to help, knowing that he couldn't really do anything. He'll definitely end up battered if these guys decided to fight him. Oh well, there's no turning back now.
The poor guy's eyes widened like saucers. He must think that Phil is some kind of saviour, which he isn't.
"Okay, I'll leave the twat alone," the guy with blonde hair said. He kicked the poor guy on the ground and commanded him to run. "Although, you'll have to take his place now."
Phil gulped. This is it then, he thought.
He closed is eyes, getting ready to be punched straight on the face, but no punch landed on his body. Instead, he felt his feet lift off the ground. He opened his eyes and realized that the jerks were carrying him.
He squirmed on their grip.
"Put me down!" Phil screamed.
Only laughs answered his screams.
They entered a public toilet. The place was empty except for them. Phil panicked. What were they about to do to him?
Phil punched the red haired guy's muscled arms. He flinched a bit but made no move to put him down. They opened a cubicle and deposited Phil on the cold hard tiles. He tried to get away, but the blonde pinned him and held his arms behind his back. The other guy grabbed a handful of his black locks and dipped his head on the toilet bowl.
Needless to say, he didn't expect his day to end this way.