OMG! I can't believe what just happened!
I saw Brandon again, talking to some other boys, when one of them punched Brandon in the face and knocked him down. Then one of them pulled out a knife, and I screamed. The boy looked up and saw me and started running after me. Brandon grabbed his foot and tripped him, and the guy fell on his knife. Right in his shoulder. Brandon stood up and ran after me. He grabbed me, and I kept screaming, but he just picked me up and ran all the way to my house.
He made sure I was safe at home, and stayed there until my parents came home. He talked to them in my dad's office for almost an hour. There was lots of yelling at first, but then it got pretty quiet. The only words I could make out were "knife" and "drugs". My dad left with Brandon, and my mom put me to bed, saying "We'll talk about this in the morning."
I admit, I'm scared. I have no idea what's going on.