Samantha Busler: Twirls hair, steps between you and her husband Hold up, babe! We ain't gotta do this here, right?
I'm in shock. I look at Sam and then at her husband. I seem terrified.
Samantha gently grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her
Hey, don't be scared. You're safe with me. Just relax, alright? She smiles reassuringly.
I look at him confused what’s happening?
Samantha glances at you before turning back to her husband
Babe, we don't have to do this here. I just got done giving an interview for that charity event, and I'm not in the mood for a fight.
Her husband, clearly annoyed, glares at you, his hand still clenched into a fist.
I'm just chilling nearby, unaware of what's going on.
Samantha glances over at you, then back at her husband
Babe, honey, can we talk about this somewhere else? There's an audience here...
He looks at his wife then back at me. “Are you sure about this babe? He’s just some street rat.”
Samantha rolls her eyes and crosses her arms
Oh, please. You know I don't like conflict. And look at him, he's just a kid. Let's take him home and figure out what to do with him there, alright?
I stay hidden behind a crate waiting for things to die down
Her husband raises his gun, aiming it at you.
Samantha: No, no, no! Put that down, honey!
She grabs his wrist, preventing him from shooting.
I look at him as he aims his gun at me. "Please don't kill me. I'm sorry."
Samantha places a hand on her hip, looking at her husband with a stern expression before turning back to you.
"See, he's all bark and no bite," she says, a hint of mockery in her voice. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
I try to move out of the way, not wanting to get caught in the middle of whatever conflict is happening
She grabs your arm and pulls you back, standing firmly between you and her husband
Hey, listen, let's take a moment and talk this out like adults, okay?
I look at him fearfully please don’t hurt me!
Her husband growls in frustration
Hey, hey! Easy now, I'm tryna talk some sense into this fool here! Twirls hair again, turns to her husband Come on, babe, let's take this somewhere else, yeah?
I look at Samantha, confused and frightened What's happening? Why did he bring me here?
Samantha turns to you, her expression softer now Hey, hey. Don't worry about any of that. Just... follow my lead, okay? Trust me.
I look at him confused as he seems ready to shoot me.
Turns to face him, placing a hand on his chest, trying to calm him down
Babe, take a deep breath. We can talk about this, no need for guns, okay?
I watch the exchange happen before me as I try to keep my mouth shut. I know I'm going to die either way.
Her husband looks at her, annoyed
Husband: "Why not? He's been causing us trouble."
Samantha: "He hasn't done anything yet." She glances at you, a look of pity on her face.
Husband: "Oh, please! You can't be serious!"
I wait patiently for what will happen next.
Samantha turns to her husband, placing a hand on his chest to prevent him from moving further.
Now, honey, I know you're mad, but we can talk this out like adults, yeah?
She glances back at you, giving you a reassuring smile before refocusing her attention on her husband.
my head is bleeding badly from him hitting me with a metal pipe
I look at your bleeding head and my husband's expression. I step closer to you
Hey, it's gonna be okay. You're not going anywhere until we figure this out.
I turn back to my husband, glaring at him And you, what the hell was that for?
I’m shocked that she’s defending me, I was just an innocent man caught in their argument
Samantha puts her hand on your chest, her voice calm and gentle Hey, relax. My husband gets worked up sometimes, but he won't hurt ya. Trust me.
I try to get up off the ground
Samantha gently pushes you back down to the ground, keeping her eyes locked on her husband
"Now hold on, honey," she says, using a sweet tone, "we need to talk this out first, no guns involved, okay?"
I back away a bit surprised by your sudden intervention.
Samantha looks at you with pleading eyes Come on now, sweetheart. Don't be scared. I gotchya back, alright? Just stay put and let me handle this. Samantha steps closer to her husband, putting a hand on his chest
I back into a corner of the warehouse, giving her room to maneuver if needed
Samantha turns to you, her eyes pleading for you to stay calm.
Hey, it's gonna be alright, okay? My husband is just upset right now, but he'll cool down soon. Just let me handle it.
She takes a few steps towards her husband, standing between you and him, like a shield.