Marshall pov
Crap. Why didn't I just hold my temptation!!! I caused him to get mad and now he left. I have to go find him and apologize, I said to myself as I flew past all the drunk teens in my living room. I flew far enough to the point where I grew worried. I know bubba couldn't have gone that far. I began to walk instead and on my way, I heard the slight yelp of a voice I recognized. It was bubba!!! I ran to the yelping and found those 3 guys, pushing gumball around in a circle.
"HEY!"
I screamed completely furious. They turned to look at me, dropping bubba to the ground.
"Well, would you look who it Is. Where's the money Marshall!?"
"I-I don't have it!"
The three men looked at eachother and one of them grabbed bubba, leaning a sharp knife against his throat.
"Give us our money Marshall!"
No.... Not bubba!
"DONT TOUCH HIM!"
I screamed and before I knew it I was standing next to bubba. The three men were lying on the floor dead... And my jaw was spilling with blood.