"Don't call an ambulance I'll be gone before it gets here," said Floyd pushing himself up off the floor. He staggered to the locker room with Trevone giving him support.
She never felt safe anymore, Qadira thought looking at the young men. How many of these young men will be dead by tomorrow?
"Change your clothes everybody," Dwayne said, directing the kids to the changing room. "Go home."
"What about our game?" A young man shouted removing his jersey leaving on a Cody Comets t-shirt.
"I want everybody safe." Dwayne paused. "We'll played again. Hurry up and get out of here."
How could Dwayne every make us feel and be safe Qadira thought rounding up the basket balls in a cart. She turned off the lights when the last of the young men were gone. Dwayne jiggling the cart for the basketballs to settle to the bottom then he rolled the cart in the equipment closet.
"Do you want me to walk you to the bus stop?" Dwayne asked.
"It's right outside the door," Qadira said, smiling.
"It's a no."
"You can walk with me. Don’t give up so easily."
The young men had grouped up by two and left their separate ways from the center. Dwayne watched the block for us. She locked the entrance door. Then she followed him to the stop. Drivers with older model cars drove pass. Too many were damaged from car accidents with the headlights broken with colored taped over the holes. Streets were damage from the salt use for melting the ice during the winter. Large potholes had drivers dodging holes. Hubcaps of the drivers who hit the potholes had lined the street curb. Dwayne stepped off the curb to see if the bus was coming.
"Why you come at me so hard?" Qadira asked.
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