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i'm so sorry i've been inactiveeeee i've been grounded lmfao- n e ways-

it all started in the middle of nowhere in georgia. but somehow we managed to flee all the way to arizona. the memory is so blurry yet so vivid at the same time. we hadn't spoken a single word. we sat in silence the whole way. no music or anything. just the occasional radio static from whenever he would tune in to check and make sure no one was on our ass or looking for us too hard. eventually i got the balls to speak up.
"bronson..." i stated blanky trying to mask my fear and utter shock.
"hm?" he glanced at me calmly as if he didn't just murder someone.
"why did you have to kill them .. ?" i asked as i stated at the floor.
"i was scared that they were going to hurt you. i panicked. i'm sorry for putting you in this situation. i thought-"

"it's alright." i interrupted him. i didn't want to know anymore. i didn't want to relive the moment, even tho it was spinning in my head like a ballerina on a music box. over and over. the same old song. over and over again. bronson kept his eyes on the road as he rested his hand on top of mine.
"everything is gonna be alright. you know better than anyone that i'd never let anything happen to you." he stated with sincerity ringing in his blank tone.

"it's not me that i'm worried about, bronson. what's gonna happen to you when people realize it was us?" i rambled.
"well i haven't exactly thought about that part yet." he said while trying to remain calm.
"we're practically in the middle of bumfuck egypt. how have you not thought of that? where even are we?" i demanded.
"i told you. we're in arizona."

"that's literally across the fucking country. how did we get here? why? do you have another secret drug runner mission that you didn't tell me about? because lately you've been hiding a lot of shit from me dude. that's not how this is supposed to work. i thought you were my ride or die. you don't hide shit like that from me." i stated as my shock started to evolve to anger. even though i wasn't really angry. i was scared; and quite frankly a little hurt. he'd never hidden anything from me before. or maybe he has and i just never found out. but the one thing that i do know for certain is that i had never hidden anything from him.

"i'm sorry. i never meant to hurt you. i was just trying to protect you." he said in a soothing tone trying to calm me down. but he only made it worse.
"protect me from what? i can handle shit on my own. i'm almost a grown fucking woman. clearly you know that or else you wouldn't have brought me along so you could dumb your fucking ton of cocaine at that stupid crack house." i popped my tone in anger.
"i understand that you're upset with me. but there's nothing we can do about it anymore. do you wanna go to jail? no? i didn't think so." he stated, matching my frustration. i bit my tongue, not wanting to rage on him too hard. i failed.

"oh come on. you've got to be kidding. why did we have to get into this situation in the first place? i'm just glad i was there bronson. how many fucking times have you done this? you could've gotten killed. we both could have. you put yourself in danger. and for what? money? do you have any idea what my life would turn into if something happened to you? if you got fucking killed and i knew i could have prevented it in some way, i'd be joining you up there. i cant even breathe without you sometimes. so don't be so fucking stupid." i snapped, half yelling.
he had no response. he kept driving. i began to cry. that's when he saw another black car in the distance and began to pull over beside it.
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hi :) you can definitely be expecting a lot more chapters from me, i've been very inactive and i'm super sorry but i have a lot of good ideas for future chapters:))! don't forget about meeeeeeeee