Get out

Fear of Loss

Brett's foot hit the floor as he sped down the highway. Why hadn't he just driven him there? Stupid, stupid, stupid! Of course people were watching, of course the organization would take advantage of Eddy's broken hand to overpower him and pull him back into the miserable life he came from. This was Brett's fault, and he would have to fix it. He had to get Eddy back, not only for him but for Alex and for himself too. Eddy was too important to both of them. He had promised Eddy to protect him, he had promised Alex to get him back.

He had no plan as he weaved through traffic, angry tears running down his face. He had no plan as he pulled off the road down a side street that seemed to lead into no-man's land. It had only taken Inu a few moments to figure out the location of the cell phone signal. A few, stressful moments with his boss hanging over his shoulder, pressuring him to work faster. Any second could be too late. They didn't know what they would do to him, and Brett knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if his idiocy would be what took Eddy from him. He had only barely gotten Eddy back!

There was a fence. Of course there was a fence, a tall, sturdy metal fence that there was no way he could put his car through no matter how much he wanted to. At least it was not guarded, or at least not that he could see. The brick building with the iron bars over most of the windows most definitely was, though, as the curtains moved when he approached way too fast in his car.

"Shit," Brett sniffled as his car screeched to a halt a few meters from the fence, whirling up dust from the gravel road under his wheels. He quickly wiped his tears and grabbed the gun from under his seat. He could already feel that this had to be the place. It looked abandoned, but it wasn't. Brett could see how the gravel on the other side of the large, locked gate was freshly stirred by the wheel tracks of a speeding car. If only he had brought a bolt cutter he could have gotten inside easily.

Instead, he was forced to turn off the road and park the car. His only option would be to climb, and he would have to make it. He had to get Eddy, had to get him back like he promised.

He got out of the car and got his gun into his pants, trying to figure out how he would go about this. It was difficult without a plan, he should have had a plan. There was no time to plan, though. Eddy needed him.

"Hey, you! Back off!"

Brett quickly turned to the sound of someone shouting at him, very soon realizing the same person was pointing a gun at him. His heart sped up, and he slowly backed away from the fence. Sure, he didn't care if he lived or died, but he was no use when it came to getting Eddy out if he was shot and killed right there.

What came over him, he had no idea, but the next he knew he had drawn his gun. He was fast, much faster than the other guy, who by no stretch of the imagination could be the best the organization had to offer. The guy looked almost like a child, likely no older than 18 or 19 years old. Brett still didn't hesitate. It was the boy or him.

There was no time to think about what he had done. Brett was a drug boss, yes, but he didn't have many lives on his conscience. At least not many that were caused by him directly. He had failed, and now he had to get out.

He threw himself in the car just as another car came speeding from the other side of the fence. It didn't matter that the gate was opened, because he knew he had no chance against the people who were chasing him now. Once again, his foot hit the floor.

With tears running down his cheeks, he sped away. Luckily his car was faster. Not that it would matter if he didn't come up with a plan, and fast.

"I am so sorry I failed," he whispered as he finally shook them off when he turned onto the highway. He wished Eddy could hear. "I'll come back for you, Eddy. I promise."