Miles Per Hour-(Fast and Furious related)

Run through the alley

I search the glove box and Chris's shit headed ass forgot to put a gun in there. He should keep a gun in the glovebox of every car; the rules for a racer.

"What the fuck we gunna do now" I say, anxiety taking over me.

"What we know best." Chris says suddenly speeding up to move out of the trap we made for the black car. Sean does the same and I follow behind them. The other cars in back of me start to try and surround us but we are way ahead. More cars come from the side though. I change shifts to go faster and take better command of the wheel. I try my best to avoid crashing into other cars. I turn here and there avoiding all the other cars. 

I then realize we lost the route to Simmons; we are running in the wrong direction.

I speed to get in front of Sean and Chris to try to take a street that will take us back around. I prepare to make a mild drift and turn back around. I do it and I hear the "skrrr" sound of the tires. Chris and Sean are behind me now. Through all this, the phone call somehow ended so I don't know what to do next. The line of cars follow us and we are now in a very narrow street. This is crazy. We stumble across another street that crosses with the one we are on, my eyes turn to see y worst fear. Traffic. The only way to escape is not by driving anymore, now its by feet. I grab my phone and put in my blazer. I stop the car, open the door, and hop out. 

All three of us jump out the cars and start running in the same direction. We run through the crowded Miami streets. They are full of music, shops, and clubs. They are alive, full of culture. But right now, I'm focused on running. The cars that were following us, are out of sight. I stop to catch my breath next to some T-shirt shop.

"Your stupid ass forgets to put guns in the damn glove-box" I scream at Chris. I breathe in and out.

"Shut up Rosie! We need to think not scream" Chris says, sweat dripping down his brown hair. We decide to just walk and pretend to "blend in". That's hard when everyone else is wearing short, summer clothes while we look like we going to a meeting at the White House. I take my phone out, which barely has any battery left and call Simmons.

"Rosie? Yes ...?" He says all formal. 

"Um..." I'm still trying to breathe normally. "Can you send some driver or something? We ran into a little problem" I say as nicely as possible.

"But I think I already-" Simmons says and my phone dies . Fuck, fuck ,fuck.

"Too bad we left our phones in the car." Sean says. I hit his arm just for that. Dumb asses. 

"How are we going to get across Miami now ?" Chris says checking some girls in bikinis walking by. "But, I think the Simmons guy can wait"

"Chris. Dude..." Sean says irritated. I make a face. Chris always picks the wrong timing.

We keep walking and cross some big street. Then I notice some race-looking cars stopping at the red light, they look like the ones who are following us. Great, more running. We sprint across the street. I swear, I should have kept my Jordans on, these flats are killing my feet.

We run and run for minutes, I don't dare to look but I hear the car engines, so they are following us. We cross another street and end up in a place I recognize. It's where I had my first race, but I'm not thinking about that. I just run.

Sean had the brilliant Idea of just running inside a building to lose the persecutors, and he is right, maybe they will lose us like that. We run inside this 3 floored building. Looks like an office building, who knows? We run up the stairs to the last floor. "I'm not jumping. Fuck that!" Chris whines like a baby. Of course we won't jump, we will just make our way down to the alley way through the emergency stair case on the side of the building. 

So we do that; we get down there as quickly as possible. However, the car drivers are waiting for us, but not in their cars this time. They all look husky and tall waiting for us. We start to run in the direction to get out of the alley way. 

The drivers start shooting and I duck down as I run. Chris is by my side holding me, making sure I don't get hit. We end up in another street and then two cars, one white and one red follow us as we run.

"Hey! Rosie? Is it you?" A guy says in the white car. I feel like I know him. But I nod and look back. "Wait! All y'all hop in real quick! My mans will take care of them " He says and we run towards the car and hop in. I take the front seat. Suddenly, I cannot believe my eyes right now.

Of course I know this person, but how can he be here at the right time? I stare at his light skin features and curly top. He gives me a wide friendly smile. Because that's what we always promised to be, even after we broke up.

"Melvin?" we all say.