Don't Let Go

Chapter 3 - More to Him

Chapter 3 is here!
For those younger viewers, I'm talking like under 9 years. There will be explicit/sexual content and violence involved. If you couldn't already tell from the 1st chapter! XD

Anyway, on with the chapter!
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I've never been asked to hold a gun.
As a matter of fact, I've never wanted to even posses a gun, knowing it would lead to an uncertainty of death.
Brody had asked me to hold an AK-37.
Why?
Because Brody has made me shoot the car behind us, or in this case "cars" now as three more have joined their alliance.

"I can't do this Brody, I don't want to hurt anyone" I yell as Brody tosses me the gun. I catch the gun swiftly and hug it close to my chest. My heart felt as if it was pounding out of my chest and I began to sweat. Obviously I didn't want to be identified as a murderer.

"Iva, you have too. It's either us or them. You can do this, I believe in you" Brody yells while driving on the motor way trying to loose the drivers behind us.

I take a deep breath, lower the window beside me down and stick my head and the gun out. I place my finger on the trigger and begin to shoot. I aim at the tires first then the review mirrors. They also begin shooting at our car but their aim is out of the question and miss every time.

"All right! Keep it up Iva, it's working" I hear Brody yell in between the bangs from the guns. I continue to shoot at the cars, one car was down and the other retreated. Two cars remained close to our car. I shoot again this time smashing one of the Windows of the car. I gasp but then they shoot the back window of our cars window. Glass flies everywhere, one shard landed in my thigh and I cried in pain. Blood began gushing out from where it cut. The pain was excoriating but I had to focus on the task at hand.

Ignoring the pain, I moved to the back of the car and where the window once was I begin shooting again. I shoot the other cars front window and the driver looses control of the steering wheel and collides with their partnering car. Both cars explode and Brody drives away as quickly as possible, before police arrived.

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Brody pulls up into his mansion. He drives into the garage so he can start repairs in the morning without his parents realising his cars broken.

We hop out the car and walk or at least I try and walk around to the back of the car to expect the damage of the window. Brody suddenly throws his arms around me and I bury my head in the crook of his neck.
"I'm sorry I made you do that, but I'm glad I did" he whispers into my ear.
I suddenly jolt back and I fall to the ground. The pain from the glass has gotten worse. Brody falls down to his knees next to me and examines the cut. I cry out in pain as he tried to remove the shard from being buried in my flesh.

"Shit, it's deep" he gasps, I glare at him and he looks down at the cut once agin the other guilt.

"No fucking shit" I snap in between crying with pain. Brody stands to his feet and walks towards the garage door.
He turns back around and faces me.

"I'll go get Mum, she might be able to fix it, I'm sorry once again" he says and I before I can even reply, he's out the door.

I fall my back onto the ground and slam my head on to the cold floor. This sucks I say in my head. Even with the pain I still felt guilty for those two cars colliding. If I hadn't shot the front window the driver would of been able to control the car. But what if he had a family to return to? What if I took him away from his loved ones?

So many bad thoughts and images took over my mind, adding to the pain I was already taking. Suddenly the door burst open and Brody and his mother, April who came running over to me with a first aid kit.

"Oh Iva! What an earth happened?" She yelled, she falls to her knees and examines the damage was on my thigh.

Brody and I immediately glanced at each other and we both were thinking the same thing.
"We went out and I fell and I landed on some broken glass" I lied. I couldn't exactly tell her we were in car chase and I had to use and AK-37 to shoot off a bunch of bad guys.
"Then what happened to the car?" She asks while she continues to try and fix the cut. I bite my lip trying not to scream in pain. Brody notices this and comes and sits beside me. He places his hand on mine and looks to April.
"We were in a small car crash, but it's nothing I can't fix though" explains Brody.