James had played with Bram in the past, and had sometimes been in their home, when he had looked particularly miserable and Bram's father had called him in and given him some food. But now Bram's father would chase him away and since then, Bram had been calling him names and threatening him, and today, it had turned into Bram and his friends chasing him.

He struggled to free himself from the boys' grip, but it was no use. He wasn't strong, and it was two against one. When Bram stood in front of him, he closed his eyes, bracing himself, but then there was a voice. He opened his eyes.

That guy! He recognized him of course, and didn't expect help from him. But he was desperate enough to beg: "Help me!" he shouted at the older boy.