Is There a Way Back to the Shop?

Mark told me he lived a 20 minute bus ride from where we were and he had a free house. He was about 30 and there was no way that I was leaving with this guy back to his house. A few days later I met up with C and he told me what happened when I was gone with Mark. In the supermarket Johnny kept insisting for C to buy him scratch cards and C agreed, although clearly being extremely uncomfortable. The woman at the till selling the scratch cards noticed this and asked C to provide ID. C took his chance and mouth, help, to the worker and she called over the security guards who tackled Johnny to the ground and told C to leave the store.