Woody and Yale Falling Under

Chapter Twenty-Seven.

Woody's Point of View

My fingers gripped the steering wheel as I sat in the drivers seat of my car, the road was beginning to blur as anger had slowly blinded me but I can't cause a fucking accident right now,

I refuse to die before I get a chance to kill Chad.

The sound of the engine and flapping wind hitting my ears as we had both of our windows buzzed down for air because fuck, it was hot in here.

Everything felt like it was on fire but that was only my inner desire to kill trying to exude through my skin. My fucking heart raced faster than my car. Flashbacks flooded in,

My hand gripping her skin
The marks
I heard her voice in my head
I see us

How the fuck did I not notice this shit was happening.
I fucking hate myself for not knowing.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and felt Denver's eyes glance over at me as my hair blew in all directions from the gush of wind that this car was filled with.

"You're staying in the car!" I yelled over the noise and then glared at him for a second before pulling my eyes back to see the straight road before me,

We were close.

He laughed "Quit playing! That's not happening!"

"He has a gun!" I screamed. "If homeboy see both of us enter his fucking house he might shoot, he might hurt her! It's better if I go in alone, I know what I'm doing, you gon fuck this up. This is a different situation Den, it's not just own our lives that we're risking we have to be cautious and you don't know what the fuck that word mean. You're manic and insane, and I'm not going to let you get her killed!" I looked at him.

"So what the fuck I'm suppose to do then!?" He shrugged in frustration "be the fucking getaway driver?" He was pissed but I couldn't care less right now. I indicated as I turned into her road,

If my heart was racing before it was now at the finish line, almost giving in to the monster that held my temper in its palm.
I haven't felt this feeling since I caught Maggie cheating on me.

"Exactly! You stay in the fucking car! No matter what, don't get out until I get Yale outta there!" I was serious I didn't want him intervening. He could take care of himself but him getting involved meant that I had another person in that house I had to lookout for. It's better if he stays in the car.

I'm still mad at him but he's my brother and that runs deeper than any argument.

"What if he..." he tried to say something and then I cut him off.

"No!" I shook my head and pulled over right in front of her house. I took my gun from him and then continued "If you get out of the car, we done for good. You can fuck off. Friendship over! We've been through hell and back but if you can't do this one thing for me then you're not my friend. You need to trust me!" I wasn't playing,

he could see it on my face.

He cleaned his teeth with his tongue and then looked away as he nodded slightly.

"Tell Yale I say hi." He said seriously, he was almost disappointed in himself for listening to me. That was his twisted way of telling me that he wasn't going inside.

I climbed out of my car and cocked my gun as I felt my feet eagerly approach his front door,

Leading me towards murder.

Yale's Point of View

Oh. My. God!

My hand wanted to reach for my heart as I noticed Woodys car pull up but I had to stop my reaction because I couldn't make it look suspicious.