When we were both in High School, he started selling weed. At some point he lost a duffle bag with a pretty big batch which he just picked up. He said it was stolen, but I think he might have just forgotten it somewhere while being high. No one really knows. Obviously his supplier was less than happy about this.
I got a text from him in the middle of the night, telling to come meet him at that place and bring all the money I can get, it’s urgent. I called him back and it sounded like he was crying, but he was telling me the same thing.
So I grabbed my purse and went to where I’ve been summoned. I knocked at the door and some grimy looking guy opened it and told me to come in. In the living room my brother was sitting in an armchair, crying and obviously beaten up. Next to him and across the room were two more guys. My brother asked me for the money and I gave him all I’ve had. Turns out it wasn’t nearly enough. The guy next to him started yelling at him, asking for the money, my brother kept saying that this was all he had and all of a sudden the guy punched him.