Little Gangster (Part 4)

His name was Carlos but his homies called him "Cuate." He loved the gang. He believed in the gang. There were 20 of them between the ages of 14 and 19. They were known. They were tough. One day Cuate and three of his homies were walking to a 7-11 store near Cuate's house. Five dudes from another part of the county were cruising the area to see what they could see. Cuate and his friends were not quite prepared for what was to happen next. The dudes in the car started yelling and flipping off Cuate's group. Cuate flashed his gang sign and yelled for them to stop. Unfortunately for Cuate, they did stop and they got out of their car. The driver of the car stayed in the car. The other four ran toward Cuate and Cuate felt brave because he had the "backup" of his homies. At least that is what he thought. Cuate's homies ran and hid behind a long hedge at a house nearby. Cuate did not look behind him. He faced his attackers and just started throwing blows. There were no weapons involved. The invaders knocked him to the ground. They beat him. They kicked him. Cuate lost two teeth. He suffered a broken eardrum, two swollen eyes, a bloodied mouth and nose. He had a head injury. He had been kicked repeatedly. All of this lasted about 80 seconds. The attackers quickly left. Cuate's "friends" watched the whole thing from behind the safety of the hedge. Cuate was lying on the sidewalk groaning. He couldn't get up. When the attackers were out of sight, Cuate's "friends" ran up to him and exclaimed: "Man, who did this? We're gonna get em."