"What kind of psychotic ass shit-." He muttered to himself. Camille's hair was fucked up and she was breathing heavy. Chris slowly inched towards the door, feeling behind him to make sure he was on the right path.
"I said to stop!" He felt the lock, his hands slightly shaking. He risked it and swiftly whipped around to unlock the door. He heard rounds of shots go off, but none hit him until he opened the door.
"Fuck." He groaned when the bullet punctured his bicep. He tried his best to shake off the pain and his leaking arm as he ran outside unlocking the car door. He jumped in and began on his way, speeding off into a random direction. Once he felt he was far enough, he pulled over to examine his arm.
"Bitch really had the audacity to shoot me. I should've fucked her stupid ass up." Chris mumbled to himself. He looked around the car and noticed a bandanna in the back seat. He grabbed it, wrapping it around his arm. He had no idea what he was supposed to do with a wound, but he thought back to all the different movies he watched and followed those steps. He tied it as tight and as best that he could with one arm.
He cracked the window and grabbed the phone again. He typed into the gps the police station which he learned the nearest one was 3 hours away. He was going to call Brooklyn, but he decided to wait until he made sure everything was good. He had no idea where she was, if she was okay, but he was praying she wasn't stressing or anything. He had no idea about the things that been going on on social media. He wasn't aware of the girls leaking the things that they did to him. But believe he would be figuring all of that out soon.
Meanwhile at the Police station...
"No idiot he's fucking tall, bright, and skinny. There's pictures all over the internet, google is free dumb bitch." Brooklyn ranted to the female Caucasian officer. She looked taken back by Brooklyn going off but she was frustrated. Yesterday when they went to the police station, they had to got back to the hotel because the place was packed for some reason. So they came back today and everyone wanted to act clueless and dumb.
"Calm down." Bernice mumbled while typing away at her phone. Brooklyn glanced at her friend, rolling her eyes before turning her attention back to the officer. She seen that she was typing some things into the computer.
"Him?" The officer turned the computer towards Brooklyn. She scanned over the screen, seeing multiple pictures of Chris. She nodded her head and the officer turned the computer screen back in her direction.
"So how long has he been missing?"
"Basically 2 weeks. The last time I seen him was January 19th where he flew out here." The officer nodded her head, typing something else into the computer. Brooklyn clicked her nails on the counter, growing impatient by the minute.
Bernice stood off to the side, occupying herself in her phone. She was searching to see if anyone was speaking on the situation or if anyone had seen anything. Chris could be anywhere and they basically had nothing. Social media was still buzzing about everything, nobody seeing anything like this before.
"So we can put out a search warrant and send out the search parties now." Brooklyn nodded her head and grabbed her phone. She motioned her head to Bernice and they both made their way out of the building.
"Anything new on there? Any new information?" Brooklyn asked. Bernice looked at Brooklyn quickly, glancing back down at her phone for a minute before looking up again.
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