Pieces Part 1

Mercedes

A moment later, after picking myself up, I was about to leave my stall when two people walked in. I put my hoodie on and was about to walk out when I heard one of them say, "Walker, what do you think about this guy, Moe...

He has been M.I.A. for days now, and the only person with vital information seems untouchable. How shall we progress?

Walker walks into the stall next to me and says, "Hmm, I see your point, but you gotta take a step back and think of it like chess."

Jimmy replies, "Chess?"

Walker says, "Yes, be patient. Keep a view like the Queen. They will blunder, and at that moment, we will attack."

As I stood close to the door, I looked under the stall doors and saw that Jimmy was on the other side of Walker's stall.

Then suddenly, all you hear is something drop on the floor.

Jimmy says, "Walker, you hear that?"

Walker says, "Yeah, It seems someone is listening to our conversation. It's the stall to my left. "

As they got closer and closer, I started to panic.

That's when Walker peaked above the stall, and Jimmy opened the door.

"Hmm? No one's here. I swear I heard something fall."

Walker scans around and sees something on the other side of the stall.

"Jimmy, you see that on the outside, it looks like a trinket. Someone was here, and we missed them."

Moments later, you could hear a big crash in the coffee shop, followed by many glass breaks.

"UGHH!!! Why me!?" yelled the waitress.

"Hey, you! You are going to pay for this!"

I apologized as I tried to keep on walking.

That's when she pulled my hoodie off.

Everyone in the shop gasped.

I tried to keep everyone calm, but the waitress yelled, "You're Moe Richardson, the killer!!! I don't want any problems! Don't worry about the coffee. Don't harm me!"

With all the recognition, I ran out of the shop. The next thing I hear is, "Hey, stop, we got a warrant for your arrest."

I began to cut the street and became upset as I left the Tesla behind. I cut through a back alleyway as they chased me. I started throwing trash cans and bikes down as obstacles for the detectives.

At the end of the alleyway, I noticed I had two options: I could turn right or go straight and jump over a fence.

I instinctively went right and stopped as I saw Jimmy running down that way. I turned back around and, before Walker could catch up, turned around the corner and began to jump the fence. I was almost over the wall when Walker jumped up and grabbed my foot.

He screamed, "Mr. RICHARDSON, GET DOWN NOW BEFORE WE TASE YOU!"

As Detective Jimmy brandished his taser, a surge of panic coursed through my veins. Instinct took over, and I lashed out, kicking Walker's hand and tumbling to the ground on the other side of the fence. The pain that shot through me was immediate, but it paled in comparison to the urgency of the situation.

I turned my gaze back just in time to witness Detective Jimmy apprehending Walker, both crashing to the ground in a tumultuous struggle. It brought me precious moments, and I knew I had to capitalize on them.

Despite the searing pain coursing through my body, I gritted my teeth and forced myself to rise. Every step was a battle, but the road to escape lay ahead, beckoning me like a lifeline.

With each limping step, my life seemed to replay itself before my eyes, like a movie on fast-forward. It was a montage of moments, emotions, and experiences condensed into mere seconds. I pushed forward, each footfall bringing me closer to salvation, just a few feet to spare.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine interrupted my harried escape. A sleek black Mercedes Benz pulled up beside me, commanding attention. The driver, clad in a crisp suit and dark sunglasses, said, "Hey You! Are you suicidal?"

I turned to face the driver, a mixture of surprise and desperation in my eyes.

"You are..."

I began to respond, but the words caught in my throat as I glanced back to see Detective Jimmy and Walker closing in, their shouts urging me to stop.

The driver, sensing the urgency of the situation, wasted no time. "Hey, get in!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with determination.

I blinked in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the unexpected turn of events.

"Huh?" I managed to utter, my mind racing to understand everything.

Without missing a beat, the driver reiterated, "Don't ask questions; get in! I can get you away. Plus, earn some cool points with my boyfriend." His words hung in the air; a lifeline extended to me in my darkest moment of need.

(End of Chapter 6)

          As I watched the law enforcement vehicles fade into the distance in my rear-view mirror, relief and curiosity washed over me. I couldn't help but turn to my unexpected savior with a puzzled expression.

"Hey... why did you help a stranger run from the police?" I ventured, my voice filled with genuine wonder.

Mario's boyfriend, Charles Dean, took a moment to respond, his eyes never leaving the road ahead. His tone was calm and measured as he explained, "You aren't a stranger. I saw you at the house. You must be good people if you were in the closet with Amber for that long."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of his statement. "First off," I retorted, "that was because we were hiding from y'all, and second, I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME!"

Charles seemed to consider my point, his gaze momentarily drifting toward me. "Oh, my apologies," he said with amusement, "my name is Charles Dean. I'm another doctor at Benevolent Hospital."

A sense of camaraderie began to form between us despite the bizarre circumstances. "Your name is Moe, right?" He inquired as if trying to confirm his understanding.

I nodded, acknowledging his accuracy. "Yes, but hold up, hold up!" I interjected. "Do you not understand what you are doing right now? Are you willing to go to jail over someone you met for two seconds?"

Charles's response was measured and cryptic, leaving me with more questions than answers. "I do get your point," he conceded, "but going to jail? That won't happen."

My curiosity piqued further, and I probed, "How do you know? Who are you?"

With a mysterious smile, Charles replied, "I can't speak on that." His enigmatic response left me wondering about his involvement's depths and the secrets beneath the surface of this unusual encounter.

"What? Also, I've almost been hit by this car before. That wasn't you, was it?"

"No, that must have been Mario. This is his car."

Charles swerved onto the interstate.

I asked, "Where are we going?"

"To the Hnazant's East Estates."

I thought to myself, East estates? "Is Amber there?"

"I can't speak on that."

"What can you speak on?"

"I can confirm it's time for you to go night-night." Charles handed me a pillow and a cover. "Go lay down in the back of the car. We will pass many Tolls and possible Police officers; I'd rather not evade them twice today."

"No, under normal circumstances, but your chances of returning to that car you left are slim."

I put the keys back into my pocket and gave his request some thought.

I grabbed the pillow and sheets and sat in the back seat for 2 hours.