( TW warning might be harmful to people/mentions of harm, knives, and kidnaping ) Anyways if you couldn’t read the title this is about kidnapping one of my biggest fears and this story is also about my brother. I’m not gonna mention his name because I don’t want him doxxed. So I'll just be calling him my brother :). So this story took place when I and my brother were walking to the store. Yes, we were young and alone, just the two of us. My parents were stupid to let us go. I had a pocket knife and my brother did too but it probably wasn't the best thing to have. Anyways as me and my brother were walking some drunk guy was following us and my brother was so we tried to hurry to get there. As we reached the store, I cried and told the cashier what happened. ( my family knows the cashier ) The cashier called my parents and they rushed here aka my father. He made sure that we were ok and not hurt and he never let us go alone again.