Her name was Jenna. Jenna Bakers. She didn't have a normal childhood like 90% of her friends did. Since as a young girl she had to learn how to survive in the streets. In the Latino ghetto she lived in she learned a lot, steal, lie and break many he...
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»DRIVE FASTER YOU PUNK!«, Jenna yelled at the Indian driver from the passenger seat, pointing her 9 mm gun against his head. »I swear to god, if he or I get under the nails of the police, your brain's gonna be up here.«, she pointed the pistol up to the cars roof. The Taxi-driver quickly understood, nodding like a maniac. »Hold your head still and drive faster.«, she said grabbing him by his chin, forcing him to look into her light hazel eyes making him gulp in fear. »Capito?«, she now spoke more softer. Switching his gaze from the street and back to her he gave her a big nod again but this time more slowly while whining, tears rolling down his tanned skin, leaving a wet trace down his fleshy cheeks. She let him go and he immediately obeyed her demand.
Grabbing the gearstick he shifted it to the fastest shift, making the engine go louder and the yellow car rattle even more by the uneven streets of Los Santos. Watching the other cars honking angrily and the police cars chasing them in the side-view-mirror she couldn't help but feel pure adrenaline flushing trough her body.
It was hard for her to sit still in her seat, moving her and there and letting her fingers dance on the small plastic space in between the side window and the cars door.
Dwight, her boyfriend... a blondie with greasy long hair and a beard similar to Chris Hemsworths, with deep sea blue eyes- basically a doppelgänger of curt cobain. Anyway, he was sitting behind her, having a blue backpack beside him, with the stolen items worth from 95.500 US Dollars in it.
There was a short silence in the car, only the sirens of the police could be heard and that old car they were sitting, loud and rattling as if it's about to fall apart any second.
Jenna excitedly bit her lower lip as she felt the heat built inside of her, making it hard to act nonchalant any longer. She smiled as her lower lip disappeared into her mouth.
Clawing her hand into the seat she suddenly yelled with pure joy
»WOOOOOUUUHHH!!!«
Both of the men with her gave confused glances. She laughed even louder now, celebrating to herself as she hit her fist against the window in a rhythm to show her pride even more. »95 fucking thousand US Dollars, baby! Can you fucking believe that?!«, she screeched, feeling like fucking Bonnie and Clyde. »I can finally live out my dream! Fucking shit! Fuckidy fuck! Ahahaha!«, she screamed over happily, not being able to hold herself still. Dwight watched her for a moment, blank stare, fumbling on his trousers.
»Would be a shame to share it with somebody else, ain't that right?«, he huffed a small laugh.
Jenna raised an eyebrow. 'Wasn't it obvious that we're not gonna share it with anyone else?', she thought to herself. She was about to turn her head to her boyfriend when...
Suddenly metallic was pressing against her wine-red-dyed head, gunpowder tickling up her nose. She froze, shivers going down her spine.
»Excuse me what?«, she mumbled not believing what was happening right now. She couldn't believe it so much, that she had to chuckle a little. Was he serious right now? For real?
She should've known it, all men are the same. »hahhh...«, she sighed before laughing even harder now, even the taxi driver seemed to be just as confused as Dwight.
»What's so funnay girl? You think that's a joke to y- What the hell are you doing?!«, he tried to threaten her, he really tried. But obviously she couldn't care less, she knew him better than he thought. She knew he wouldn't dare to pull the trigger, that's just not his nature. She leaned forward the radio, her gun still pressed against the drivers skull. Humming she turned the radio on. Nodding her head to the beat she continued humming the melody.
She slowly lowered her gun which she held the driver hostage with and simply said »Shoot me you pussy.« In the background playing "Ace of Spades" by Motörhead. The man on steering wheel quietly watched the movie potential turn as he felt a slight relief that the gun was out of his sight, well almost...
Looking out of the front window she placed the gun into her black, baggy, jogging pants so she could grab it anytime if anything's going outta control, she tried to hide the smile that spread across her lips.
»Ouhhhh. I know this trick of yours. Pretending not to care and then pull off a baddie move? Hm?«, Dwight spoke pointing his gun against her skull even more. »Hahhh. You know me too well baby.«, she raised her hands in defeat, letting a loud sigh escape her lips.
»Yeah? Well too bad I have to kill you.«, just as he was about to pull the trigger, Jenna ducked down, grabbing the the backpack from his lap- *BANG*
Silence.
The drivers lifeless body fell onto the wheel, his blown head pressing against the horn of the car. The taxi screeched across the street. While the dead man moved in all directions on his seat, the remaining two held their seats for dear life.
»WHAT. THE. FUCK.«, she yelled now, snatching the ammunition off his hands, that he tried to reload his gun with. »YOU DUMB FUCK, DWIGHT! I can't believe you!!.«, she yelled even louder, acting like a mother scolding her child.
She felt the car slowly slowing and she took the opportunity. It was now or never. She opened the door now, holding the bag tight onto her.
»hey hey hey, w-what the hell are you doing...? Get the fuck back!.«, Dwight said fast, stressed. Almost as if he's overwhelmed by everything that was happening right now. She gave him an angry look and slowly turned out of the car, as the car still rolled in a fast speed.
Her boyfriend pressed his lips together, frowning as he pointed the unloaded gun at her. Pulling the trigger again and again as if a bullet would magically go trough her head.
»tch, you're still trying.«, she gave him a "unbelievable" laugh and rolling out of the car.
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After running deeper into the city, she stopped in a narrow lane, where the dumpsters were living. She hid behind one of the containers, trying to catch up her breath. »Holy cow.«, she sighed out, smiling like some crazy bitch. She opened the bag, satisfied seeing these two beautiful necklaces wiggling in her bag. »holy fucking cow!«, her smile widened as she saw those breathtaking jewelrys, with red stones and the gold that made it look even more hella expensive. She bit her lips excitedly, not caring about what was happening around her. Not caring that the whole city is after her and that her so called "boyfriend" betrayed her like some bimbo bitch. It's just her and these beauties in her hand.
She grabbed the two necklaces, stuffing them into her bra, looking around if she's being watched. Obviously not. There's no one or nothing that could threaten her, why even here anyway? She's chilling with the dumpsters in a corner no one walks past by. Fast and carefully she put off her black leather jacket, following after her sweater, revealing a band-tee underneath of The Rolling Stones. She checked again if the two amulets were still clinging onto her bra, they did. Lucky her. She put off her joggers, uncovering ripped jeans shorts underneath. »Finally I don't feel like getting cooked anymore...«, raising up her arms she enjoyed the seconds of relief, breathing in the trash poisoned air. »Hahhhh... life in Los Santos here I come.«, she grabbed her boobs already dreaming of all these things she had planned for years. While humming the song from before she tied her hair up into a ponytail, so the police would have even more trouble to find her and put the gun back into her shorts, that got covered by the oversized shirt.
Holding her bag, she stuffed her clothing into it, letting it disappear deep into the containers, so it would be forever and ever forgotten that she ever existed. Taking slow breaths, she finally dared to disappear from the shithole, letting the sun blend her instantly after stepping out of the shadows. »Watch were you going, slut.«, somebody hissed, trying to move out the way from Jenna.
»I am worth 95 thousand dollars so go fuck yourself, bitch.«, she hissed back like some street cat holding her middle finger against the woman's back.
