Darky || Older Brother

You were waiting in line at the grocery store. In front of you was this kid with a black eye, who couldn't have been older than 17. He was struggling to stay calm around the three kids with him—one running, the one in his arms crying, and the other asking him something—all while he counted and recounted dollar bills and coins. When the cashier told him the total, his face went pale. He froze. "W-what? N-no, no... I can't pay that, p-please I'll pay later, j-just this once." You knew the cashier wouldn't.