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JJ harshly swerved onto the empty road Toppers fathers truck screeched on, while caught sight of the distance between both vehicles was manageable, and it seemed like we had a chance of getting away. The thick money clip was shoved into my back pocket, feeling like my fingernails were going to claw through JJ's body in anger and disappointment due to his sneaky action earlier towards my father that I never expected of him. Every day he became someone different, and I had a harder time recognizing him with every moment. And it killed me to acknowledge the feeling. But it killed me further to realize this was my best friend, the same guy that I trusted all of my life.
He was transformed.
My furious complexion unhurriedly vanished into pure paranoia and anxiety while my slim hands dig tightly into JJ's soft shift, and into his golden skin, trying to get as close to the boy as possible, so it can ease my trepidation and my mind. I wanted to squeeze shut my light eyes that were crammed with uneasiness to avoid exploding in nervousness while my helmet-covered ears were crammed with many loud engines coming from the speeding motorcycle and Topper truck that held the cross.
JJ unleashed little breaths while he concentrated on the road, and to have us catch up towards Topper's loaded truck with all of the other pouges inside, directing Cleo and Pope roughly clutching the wooden cover while they stared over at us.
"Come on. Come on." JJ grunted while I sharply glimpsed down at his thick hands, uncovering them aggressively gripping the long handles, knuckles turning white, veins popping through, showing the irritation and the determination he was dragging out.
Clamorous and anxious breaths lurched from my mouth and against my hard plastic helmet while we unhurriedly started evolving closer to Topper's large truck. My fingertips dug into JJ's muscular chest before the sound of familiar sirens blared behind us.
A small gasp ripped out of my mouth, carefully cocking my head over my exposed shoulder, feeling the hard plastic helmet rub against my warm skin. I widened my light eyes, catching sight of a police car rushing from afar, still towards the end of the road which gave us an advantage. The lights nearly blinded me with red and blue flashes, provoking me to snap my head back towards the loud and heavy racing truck ahead of us.
"Jay!" I warned, gently squeezing his warm skin, while he immediately nodded his head. "I know. I know. Hold on to me. What do you see? Describe it to me!" He loudly requested, keeping his stern and bright blue eyes on the road, while he stayed beside Topper, while we raced around the empty side of the unit.
