On the Run

Chapter 24

Laney POV

This is déjà Vu! This is the exact same situation Jamal and I were in.

Bang Bang Bang

A loud knock sounded on the door. I panicked and ran towards the window.

"Come on Chris." I begged. He followed up behind me as I stepped one foot out the window. My ass went to rolling down the roof and I hit the grass on my back!

"Fuck!" I screamed. Before I could sit up, Christian hit the ground on his stomach.

"Damn mane!" He groaned in pain.

"Come on baby." I tried helping him up.

We stood up and dust ourselves off. I started hearing police sirens coming from everywhere.

"Stay up my nig." I hugged him one last time before running off. Before I rounded the corner I looked back at him running for his life.

Bye baby

I started back running. People were staring at me like I was crazy. I may be for the shit I've done.

I began walking once the sirens faded away. I pray Christian is okay.

I walked into this near by barber shop and everybody was watching me.

"Can I help you my sister?" This Muslim looking man asked as he spun the man in his chair to face the mirror.

"Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" I asked. I could see police pulling up. My heart instantly dropped as they burst through the glass door with their guns pointed towards me. I got a good look at every last one of the white cops.

I dropped to my knees and slowly put my hands over my head. The main detective walked through the thick crowd of police and took my money bag and cuffed me.

"Just what the hell is going on?!" The barber demanded answers. Instead of replying the varied me out like America's Most Wanted....

.....and I was

"You have the rights to remain silence.." He began reading me my Miranda Rights as if I haven't heard then 10 times... Literally.

They pushed me in the back of the car causing a big ass scene on the block. People were in complete awe in seeing Laney Cole. Hell, I was in awe too!

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Once again I was facing this supposedly intimidating detective. This time I was shackled everywhere. My arms were tied down to my body with chains. The tool my hair down so I couldn't get the pins out. My feet were cuffed together.

"We've been looking for you a long time." The detective said.

"What you gone do? Take me back to New York and make me state property?" I laughed. If that's all they gone do, shame on them.

"We're gonna take you back to New York and strap you down to the electric chair. You're causing too much crime in this country!" He snapped.

I must admit, that did scare me a little bit. I've never been the type to bitch out for anyone. Not even my damn parents.

"Is that a bit harsh?" I asked.

"Wasn't half the shit you did a bit harsh?!" He yelled. I sat in my seat thinking about all the dirty work I did.

I e killed and robbed people... Many people. God wouldn't be pleased with my actions.

"When you shipping me off?" I simply asked.

"We're looking at two to three days." He said. Those words stabbed me like a thousand knives.

"Yall ain't waisting no time." I shook my head.

"You don't deserve time." He said. I looked at his name tag that read detective Holmes.

"What about Christian?" I asked.

"He was just bare to get to you! We don't want him! And seems like doesn't want you after the way he waisted no time catching the first bus to Texas." He laughed.

I'm sad that he left me, but in happy he got away. This ain't the life Christian need to live. He need to go off to college and get a job. He need to marry a pretty wife and have pretty children.

I have nothing to offer him. Nothing but sex and bad decisions.

"Can you tell him I love him? I never got the chance to tell Jamal." A single tear rolled down my face.

"Is there anything else you desire?" He asked.

"Contact my parents and sister and tell them I'm caught, that I've loved them although they never felt the same." I said.

He looked at me with hurt eyes. See these cops never know the person. They always just want to throw them in prison or give them death row.

"Your family." He rubbed his face, hurt at the fact that he didn't think about them.

"Oh and make sure I look good as fuck when they put me in the ground." I smirked.

You probably think I'm some sick and twisted person. I am.

He looked around to make sure no one was listening and he leaned in to me.

"Maybe I can hook you up with a good ass lawyer and get you at least 10 years." He whispered. I smirked and shook my head.

"And what do you want in return, sir?" Ain't no way this thirty year old ass nigga tryna help a 18 year old fugitive. He gave me a sly grin and leaned in once more.

"Stay out of shit." He whispered as if he was telling a secret. I ain't gone believe that.

"Really." I squinted.

"Really." He confirmed.

"You bullshitting me, Detective Holmes." I laughed a not so humorous laugh. That's the last thing he need to do!

"Just give me some sweet in return." He smirked.