Runaway : A Sequel to Unexpected Text Messages

Chapter 1: Car Chase

Y/n's POV:

" Holy fuck...shit shit SHIT GET UP Y/N."

"Wussgoinon?"

Hands, someone grabbing me, throwing me over their shoulders and running. My eyes flash open and I see everyone running in different directions. Utter chaos. 

.

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" BO. PUT ME DOWN. WHAT'S GOING ON?!?"

" THE FUCKIN' COPS WERE CALLED."

He's still running, the grip he has my thighs grows tighter as he moves.

" What? Who could've called the cops?"

" Hm, ya know what that's a great question, maybe you can ask the police when we're rotting in jail." Bo snaps, finally reaching his car that he parked out of sight.

" Jail? Fuck, where's Stu!?"

" Do I look like I know?"

" We have to go back for him."

" Like hell we are. As much as it sucks, we can't go get him."

" What about your brothers?" I growl, " Are you just going to leave them as well?"

A wave of anger flashes over his face.

Fuck, he might kill me for real.

He lets out a sigh, knuckles white from how tightly he's grabbing the steering wheel as he starts the pick up.

" I'm sure they made it out fine, chances are your boy toy did as well."

" But-"

" Just fucking drop it."

" Bo-"

" Drop. It."

I close my mouth. Bo slams on the gas, slamming me into my headrest. I look behind me to see my worst fears confirmed.

" Bo.."

" I told you to shut up."

" I know that but-"

" But nothing, stop talking."

" Bo!"

" FOR FUCKS SAKE WHAT?" He roars, not paying attention to what's happening behind us.

" THE COPS."

He swivels his head so hard for a moment I thought he had broken it. Not paying attention to the road, he pulled the glove box open, revealing a silver hand gun. The cops were gaining on us, sirens screaming through the night.

" When I say go I'm going to  make a harsh left turn," Bo states. " You'll grab the hand gun and shoot for the cops, if you can't get a clear hit on them, shoot the tires out. Understand?"

What. Oh dear gods I didn't fucking sign up for this. Well, that's a lie, I did sign up for it but I didn't think we'd be back to killing people so soon.

" Y/n." Bo snap, " Do you understand?"

" Yes...I understand."

" Alright, then hold on."

Bo rapidly spins the wheel while hitting the brakes, the car drifting at a dizzying pace. The world outside seems to blur away and for a minute, I feel as though I may throw up. I pull myself together and  scramble to grab the gun from the glove box, and notice that it's already loaded and ready to fire.

How convenient.

We come face to face with the cops faster than I would've liked, and I lean out the window to shoot. I pull the trigger several times, aiming for the cop's head. I believe I manage to hit him once in the shoulder, but we're speeding away too fast for me to tell. With the last few seconds I have, I shoot out the back two tires of the cop car, before pulling myself back into my seat. 

Holy shit. I just did that.