Opposite Runaways

Ch 3- New York, New York

When I woke up the building were getting taller and the space between them smaller.

"We are in New York." I say. Zayn nods.

"You've been sleeping for awhile." He says.

"That's kinda ironic. I slept more today than I have in two months."

"You choose now, right after we kill someone, to fall asleep for almost five hours?" He asks. A hint of a smile on his face. He was hot. Really hot. But this small smile made him even hotter.

"STOP!" I scream. He jumps and pulls onto the side of the road. We were close to New York City but not close enough. We were in an area with a lot of trees and no other cars.

"For fucks sake, what?" He shouts.

"Did you stop? Like anywhere? To get gas? A snack? Anything?" I ask him.

"Yeah of course. We need gas. Why?"

"This could be very bad and very good. Both possibly." I tell him.

"How?"

"You were driving fast right? The drive should have been 7-8 hours but instead it took 5. At the stops there were cameras. People saw you. People saw your car. They know we were there."

"Shit." He mutters.

"No. You were driving fast through empty fields and highways. And the house the party was at was miles away from any major streets with street cameras. If they check the cameras they should see we left at least an hour before the fire started. But we didn't. Your reckless driving could save our asses. But we have to do something. We cant stop anymore. When we get to New York we have to go straight to Al Ando's car shop. And we keep the radio on news."

"What why?"

"Al's a... family friend. He helped my brother get away." I tell him.

"Get away?" He asks. "Away from what?"

"It's better if you don't ask questions. My brother is still out there. The police are still looking for him."

"Great now there's two people on the run in your family? Are you guys psychos?"

"No. My brother... it was an accident just like this. A lot of people got hurt. He regret's it. He deserves to be in jail just as much as you do." I tell him.

"We need a cover story." He says.

"Cover story?"

"If we ran to New York there needs to be a reason."

"We need to get married." I blurt out.

"WHAT?" He yells.

"Think about it. Two teenagers run away to get married? That's not weird at all." I tell him.

"Do you realize how smart you are?" He asks.

"Yes. I got a full ride scholarship. I've studied things like this. I know how to get away with this." I tell him. "We can get away with this. But it wont be easy."

"I know." He starts the car again. And begins driving. I turn on the radio.

"After one college student is found dead in the recent fires in Pennsylvania there is currently an ongoing investigation into a suspected murder. Here's what Officer Dylan Alex has to say, 'At first look the fires seemed accidental. But after further investigation it seems the fires were set as a cover up for the murder of Barry Edgar a 23 year old student who was widely known for selling drugs and was the suspect of many cases involving the rapes and murders of several drugged victims. The murder of Edgar seems to be that of a hit on his gang from a rival. There are many suspects. We are not sure however that the murder was the actions of a gang rivalry and we are currently looking into the sudden disappearance of two students who were at the party and are unaccounted for. This is all the information we have to offer at this time. Thank you." I shut the radio off.

"Alright genius is that good or bad?"

"Bad." I say. "Stop the car."

"What bad? This seems good." He says.

"They suspect us."

"And some gang members who are probably gonna take the fall."

"I don't know."

"The marriage thing it could work."

"It might." I admit. "But I need to call Al. He will help us." He nods. I step out of the car and pull out my phone. I dial the numbers I have known by heart.

"Al." I say out.

"Ella. Tell me where you are and I will be there."

"A few miles out of the city. By the bridge-water farm." I tell him.

"I'm on my way." He says. "I gotta ask Ella."

"It was an accident."

"The fire?"

"Yes."

"Someone's dead." Al says.

"It was self defense." I tell him.

"I'll bring everything."

"Al.... There's someone with me."

"The other kid?" He asks.

"His name is Zayn."

"I'll bring the stuff." He says.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome. Be careful, mi novia." He says.

"I will." I say. I hang up and get back in the car.

"Al's coming." I tell him.

"Al? What is he going to do?"

"Everything. Fake ID's, fake passports, a new car, new phones, a new job, a new apartment, he will lead the police away from us, delete all traces of us from up to this day, he will try to lead suspicion away from us, he will get us money from our banks, and anything else we need."

"You know someone who hides criminals?" He asks. I gulp and nod.

"Only the ones who did it on accident or in self defense. And of course the ones falsely accused. He's a good guy. He saves people from going to jail when they shouldn't have to. He will help us."

"How do you know that?"

"He's my uncle." I tell him.

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A/N: This chapter might be a little short. Sorry. I'm gonna try to update more frequently. I hope you guys are doing well.

Love you all,

Madeline