"Hey Carl." Margo hissed.
"Margo." I whispered to her.
"What?"
"Stop. Seriously stop. We will get killed."
"I wasn't lying when I said I was going to kill you." Carl said, pulling out a gun. I gave a worried look to Margo.
"Get in the car." she whispered to me. I slipped into my seat and started the car when Margo sat down. I backed out the car and then, I heard a thud.
"What did you do!" Margo yelled.
"I'm pretty sure we just hit Carl with the car." Margo jumped out of the car an ran over to him.
"Oh my God I think we killed him." she said. I couldn't say anything, my face was frozen.
"Call the cops." She continued.
"Mhm." I nodded and pulled out my phone.
"911 what's you emergency?"
"Um well this guy was holding a gun up to me and my ...... friend's head. We got into our car and backed up, accidentally hitting him, and now we think he's..... dead."
"The cops are on the way. What's your address." I told them Lacey's address. When the sirens started down the street, coming our way, Lacey's parents came out of the house.
"What's going on?" Mrs. Pemberton asked. Margo explained the story as the cops pulled up. The ambulance pulled up after. Families started to come out of their houses.
"Check his pulse." ordered the head cop. Then the cop came up to me.
"Officer Stubey, are you the boy who called?"
"Yes, my name is Quentin Jacobsen, with my friend Margo Spiegelman."
"It's my understanding that this man tried to kill you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Well, he is Margo's ex-boyfriend, Margo tried to break-up with him because he abused her, but he wouldn't let her. Margo is very clever though, and managed to escape. She came to my dorm room window, asking for my help. I helped her trash his home. We ran away and continued our road trip around Florida. Last night we were at Target and that's when we saw him. And that's when he threatened us. We ran away to this house where my friend Lacey lives. We parked this van, my van, here and ran back to my house three blocks away. When we came back he held a gun up to us, so we climbed into the van and accidentally rammed into him. But it was an 100% accident."
"I understand. Thank you for telling the truth. You will only be fined $1,000 to fix his house. He doesn't look like he'll die, but we can't be sure. He will most likely spend 20 years in prison, or whatever the court orders."
"Ok, thank you officer."
"Would you like me to drive you kids home?"
"No, we're good, thank you though."
"Just doing my job." he nodded and walked away. I went back over to Margo.
"Hey." I said.
"Are we going to jail? Is he dead?"
"No and no. But he'll go to jail for however long court orders, you know after his injuries heal."
"Right ok. Let's stay at your house tonight."
"Deal."
