We ran deep into the forbidden allies of Regent Park, trying to escape the haunting past we were leaving behind. Every step I took was complete and utter tourture. My ankles and calves begged me to stop, to give up the fight; every aching part of me wanted desperately to rip off the 8 inch heels and staggered to the nearest dumpster for rest. Instead of caving into the pain, I gritted my teeth and pushed forward. If we didn't make it out of here, our pimp Chico, who ran this entire part of Toronto was gonna kill us for stealing his investment.
We're almost there!
The midnight shadow covered us like an invisible blanket, but it was impossible to see three feet ahead of us due to the constant drizzle of ran. The saftey in this part of the hood was insignifacnt. Chico had his minions scattered all up and down Regent Park, and he put his signature markings on all of his "property" if we dared to escape. Infact, what we were doing right now could be the death of us, that is if we get caught.
My whole lower body was now completely numb and my breathing patterned was uneven. I slowed my jogging down to a mild sprint before collapsing onto the cold wet floor. I clentched the side of my stomach and rocked back and forth to try and ease the cramps.
"W-we're almost there Katy." I managed to gasp out between breathes.
"We have to keep going," She weakly tugged on my arm, "c'mon, get up."
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