ᴏᴍɴɪꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏᴠ
ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛᴀ, ɢᴇᴏʀɢɪᴀ
ᴀɴ ʜᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ
"you know sometimes we,
Sometimes we fight,
Sometimes we argue,
know we don't get along sometimes but (no I ain't giving up on you)" - Bryson Tiller
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A blurred vision
A stinging body that was yearning for help.
Carter eyes slowly drifted lowly, as her blurred vision saw Ishmail and his friend in all black run off to their Range Rover and pull off.
A loud high pitch scream echoed across the gas station parking lot.
Stood there was the young woman that was cashier from inside. Immediately hearing the gun shots, she quickly ran outside with her phone in hand ready to call the police. It took her a bit by surprise that an incident would happen right here in this neighborhood simply because it was never any drama or violence around.
Seeing Carter lying on the ground, blood immediately gushing out of her body made her grab the store keys out of her back pocket and lock the store up.
She ran over to the pump and truck where Carter was slowly trying to get up but that just led to her getting slumped over and holding onto the bottom step rails of her truck.
The young woman dropped down holding her shaking hand gently to stop Carter.
"I-I'm calling 911 right now!" She said crying herself
To her it felt like she was going through Deja Vu all over again, simply because she saw her older brother get shot at a younger age. It was just hitting her all at once.
Carter used her hand that barely had any strength to stop her, "I-
She paused, "D-drive."
She raised an eyebrow at her confused. She just turned eighteen and didn't know how to drive... at least not that good.
Let along a big truck like hers.
"Drive me..." she guided her hand to her neck where one of the two bullets had hit her
"P-please." She practically begged, "M-my girl-girlfriend is having our b-babies." She said spaced out
Scared out of her mind, the girl used all of her strength to get Carter in the passenger side before hopping in the driver seat and speeding away off the scene.
Scared that she was going to cause an accident, but even more scared of the person who was bleeding like crazy could possibly die just made her push the pedal.
The hospital was no more than at least ten minutes away but with her driving the had better ETA of just five minutes.
Seeing Carter shirt become soaked up from her using it to apply to her neck, the young woman made a wild decision to stop the car at a red light and pull her own shirt off and reach over to apply pressure to her stomach, where a second bullet wound was gushing at.
She pushed the pedal again, seeing they were three minutes away.
"P-please don't die. Please." She cried swerving and hitting sharp corners
