I threw the bag into the garbage bin, and was about to take a smoke when, i heard a loud crash in the ally behind the bar i work at. When i went to take a look i saw six men standing round a man lying on the floor helpless. Their fists slamming into the man nonstop. 

I turned my back, clutching my bag, still huffing from my cigarette. I pretended not to notice what was happening.

"what i difficult type of shit!" Someone shouted.

I sighed and walked in front of the back door locking it. I am already done with my part time job as a waiter and want t o home.

At this moment our customers were starting to decrease. Some were waiting for there buses while others were picking up women on the streets who were waiting for their customers. And some were just brave enough to walk by one of the dark ally ways like the an who was currently being beaten up.

Although i am not a bad man i am not the type to get involved in other people business. Especially the ones behind me. You might call me bad things for not helping the man but i dont give a shit.

The fact that the man was getting beaten up assured me that he had done something wrong to deserve it.

"let go of me!"

I threw my cigarette butt. I then stretched my already numbing arms hoping to go in quietly. I looked back once again at the miserable man desperately trying to fight for his life. I shook my head and was about to open the door when a trembling hand to hold of the hem of my shirt.

"help me" a raspy voice called out. 

When i looked down my eyes met his bleeding face. I was dumbfounded when i saw his beautiful face, although he saw dripping in blood he still found him ethereal. With the help of the small lght by the door i could tell he was still young.

"Hey come here!" one of the gang shouted 

He quickly stepped over and grabbed the boys collar trying to drag him back. I looked down at the man begging me to save him, he was in sorrow. At the look on the boys face my heart twitched and i decided to pull him back next to me.