Michael's POV
I groaned in pain. My stomach feels like a bitch. How long have I been at this hospital? I don't remember what happened to me. The last thing I do remember is being with Solange. After that everything was a blur. There's no clocks in this room. I can't tell time. Not even a television. I'm chained up to this hospital bed. I need to get away from here.
The door suddenly opened revealing a really big hat. I frowned as my brain realizes who likes to wear big hats all the time.
"Diana?"
She looked up in shocked "Michael?"
"What the fuck are you doing here?""I heard about the arrest & the cocaine."
"Cocaine? I don't do drugs."
"Apparently, that's why your here. You overdose during your arrest. They found you in the cell with a empty bag."
I groaned "Is there something you need?"
"I came to help you."
"Why?"
"Because i still love you. No matter what we've been through."
I scoffed "Bullshit!"
"I'm serious" She approached me & took off her hat "I still love you but I don't want you to go to prison."
"That's a ball face lie! You don't love me. You never did."
"If i didn't love you then I wouldn't have this in my hand." She held up the keys to my car.
"How did you get my keys?"
"I know some people at the station."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because i regret doing something that I shouldn't have done."
"And what is that?"
"I was the one who told them where you were during your drop off."
I tried to get up but a wave a pain put me back down & the handcuffs as well. "I outta kill you & stuff you in the back of a limo."
"I'm sorry, Michael!"
"Fuck you, you old ass bitch."
She sighed "you need to get out of here."
"Why? So you can snitch on me again?"
"No! The Bulls are out to get you & Solange."
"Solange?" I sat up again ignoring the pain "where is she?"
"I have no idea, sorry."
"I have to go find her. She's probably in trouble."
"You want be able to with that guard outside. There are tons of cops outside waiting for you. You will never be able to escape."
"I can if I try."
I flung the covers off me with my free hand "How am I supposed to get out of these handcuffs?"
"I have an idea." Diana pulled a hair pin from her hair & stick it in the keyhole. She jiggled it around for a bit before hearing the click sound. The entire handcuffs fell on the floor. I rubbed my sore wrist.
My entire body hurts like hell. I haven't delt with this much pain since my first shootout. I grabbed my clothes from the bag & quickly put them on.
"Where is my car parked?"
"Around back where the ambulance come in. Its hidden behind the huge tree beside the stairs."
I grabbed the keys from her "how am I suppose to get past that guard?"
"Leave that too me."
"Diana, thank you."
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "No problem, Mike."
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After Diana distracted the guard by showing her boobs to him in the janitor's closet, I managed to get in my car. Surprisingly, there's still some gas in it. I quickly drove to Solange's house. I tried the knob but its locked. I bursted inside the house knocking the door down with my shoulder.
What the fuck? Everything is gone! Did solange leave town? Did she rat me out to the police? Or did they pay her to leave? No, I can't be thinking these thoughts. Those drugs are not completely out of my system. What should I do now? Maybe she went to my house. I got back in the car & drove home. The police probably took everything including the drugs.
Soon as I got home, I noticed someone broke in through the door. I went down to my lab. Shit, they took the drugs! What if they took solange too? I heard a wave of police sirens passing by. What's that all about? I went outside, a bunch of people from the neighborhood were outside.
"That girl that was messing around with Michael is on the run along with her friend. The cops said that they have a bunch of drugs on them. I hope they catch them son of a bitches & put them in jail. Especially Michael's side bitch, she should be ashamed of herself."
Fuck!
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