On The Run.

4.

July 10th, 2018.
Brooklyn, New York.

As they got Andrew's body in the trunk of Chris's car, Robyn quickly took her gloves off, and went inside the car as Chris looked back at his house.

Chris has been in many foster homes over the years, and sure this home wasn't great. But Chris loved this house more then any other house he's been in. And it just hit him, that he has to leave everything behind.

"Chris? Come on." Robyn said, before she shut the door to the passenger side door.

Chris took a very long breath before he turned away from his home, and went into the car. He removed his gloves before he put his belt on and started the engine.

After driving around for awhile and thinking what their next step is. Chris finally stopped the car and took the keys out, before he took a breath.

"This can't be happening? This can't be happening?." Chris whispered to himself as Robyn looked out of the window.

"What can't be happening?." She asked, before she saw what the time was.

It was now almost 10 in the evening, they had been driving for almost an hour, before Chris stopped the car to think straight.

"I'm not like them! Rob, I can't be-

"Like who?." Robyn asked, as she turned her body to face Chris. "Chris? You are not making-"

"The reason why I was put in care was- ugh, was because every person in my family member are criminals. My parents left me with my grandmother when I was 3 and I knew from all the news reports as a kid, that my real parents were criminals. After she passed away when I was 5, I was put in the foster system." Chris told Robyn, as he leaned his head back.

"You've been robbing people- we've been robbing people, Chris. And it was me that killed Andrew. I swore I didn't mean to. I was just trying to scare him-"

"I saw your face when the knife went into his back, Rob. I knew you didn't mean to- shit!" Chris yelled before he opened the door to his car.

"What? Chris? What's happened?." Robyn asked, as she went out of the car after Chris.

"The knife! It still has your fingerprints on it. We gotta figure out how we're gonna get rid-"

"Okay? Um? Think Robyn, think?. Okay, I got it." She said as Chris leaned his hands against the trunk of his car. "We put the knife and the body in the river." She said, pointing to the river.

"Are you sure we can-"

"All we need are a few rocks to keep him down. Then we get back in the car and drive till we find a place to stay." Robyn explains, as Chris raised his eyebrow at her.

"Can we not get to a motel or something and figure it out-"

"Yeah sure, we can. And let the body stink up the parking lot?." Robyn said before she walked over to the trunk. "After 3 we lift him up." Robyn said, as Chris looked at her for a second.

"You've changed your tune. Where was the scared woman, I saw like an hour ago?." He asked, before Robyn took a breath.

"Do you want us to get caught? He's your adopted father. Yes I killed him and my prints are on the knife. But they will put us both in jail. You helped me so you are going down too." Robyn said, before Chris ran his hands over his face.

"After 3, right?." He asked, as Robyn held one side of Andrew. While Chris held the other.

After they took Andrew's body next to the river, Chris put 4 big rocks on each side of the bedsheets. The body was beginning to smell, so they had to cover their nose and mouth's.

"Okay. We ready to pick him up one last time?." Chris asked, before Robyn nodded her head yes.

After 3, they both struggled to lift the body this time, due to the big rocks. After they successfully put Andrew's body in the river, Chris picked up the trash bag that held the knife.

"Okay? I think we need to rob a store or something." Robyn said. "We got blood on our clothes." She said, now noticing the blood.

"Fuck!" Chris mumbled as they heard a car pull up. "Oh shit, it's the cops." He said before Robyn quickly took the bag with the knife in it, out of his hand.

"Good evening, folks." The officer said, as he walked up to them. "What are you both doing out here, at this time of night?." He asked, before Robyn walked a little forward.

"We were out taking a stroll. I'm new to New York and my friend offered to take me to one if his favourite places. But he told me it was better in the evening." Robyn said, as Chris looked at her and wondered how she could come up with a good lie, on the spot.

"You all right there, miss?." He ask Robyn, as he saw blood on her pants.

"I cut myself earlier. And I just couldn't be bothered to change." She said, before the officer looked at Chris.

"Excuse me for a moment." The officer said, before he went to his car.

"How the hell were you able to come up with a lie that quick?." Chris asked, as the officer went to speak to another officer over the radio.

"There's so much you don't know about me, Chris." Robyn said, with a little smirk before the officer came back over to them.

"You folks have a good night, now. Oh? Don't be out here for too long. Michelle's street just got a 911 call about a break in and found blood at the scene. Please get home as quickly as you can." The officer said, before he walked off, again.

"That's your street." Robyn whispered to Chris, before the officer looked inside the open trunk.

"Dispatch. Sent a car to my location
-" Before the officer could finish his sentence, Chris had grabbed the knife before stabbing him in the back.

"Ugh, great. We gotta get rid of another body, now." Robyn said, as Chris looked at her.

"I panicked, okay! What was I meant to do, Rob?. I can't go back to prison!" He yelled before Robyn took the knife from his hand.

"You owe me breakfast for this." She said, pointing the knife to Chris's chest before she tossed the knife into the river.