Ride Or Die

Who Are You Really?

"Come over," She said for what seemed like the millionth time.

"Serena, I can't! Mom's not home yet and it's a school night." I sighed looking over at the clock next to my bed, 11:47.

"I know but I'm bored." She begged, I rolled my eyes and let a small laugh

"What if Branson wakes up and I'm not here?" I pursed my lips and began packing a bag to spend the night at Serena's cause it was obvious she was gonna win this fight.

"Don't you have a nanny for that?" I was so used to not having her around during the summertime cause that's when I could take care of my little brother that I had forgotten she was even there. After throwing clothes for school tomorrow into my bag, I slung it over my shoulder.

"I'll be there in 20 minutes."

"It doesn't take 20 minutes to get to my house?"

"It does by foot."

"Drive."

"No, I wanna walk."

"Whatever girl, see ya soon."Then the line went dead.

After walking silently into my little brother's room to check on him, I finally left the house on foot. I could have taken my white Range Rover but I decided the fresh air might do me well.

The night was still, almost completely dark except the little glimpse of light from the moon. I loved the night time, the peacefulness.

However the peace didn't last long, a shout sliced through the silence. "Help!" A man's voice shouted in distress. I followed the shouting the the dark alley that I had always been too afraid to approach.

"Somebody please help me! Some--!" The voice was cut off and then there was rustling. I stepped closer, then saw a man on the ground and a bulky figure standing over him with-- A GUN?! Panic struck me and left me out in the opened to watch a life be taken right in front of me.

"Please, please don't do this man. I got a wife and two--" BANG. The sound echoed through the alley just making it worse. With a quiet gasp, my hands flew to protect my ears and my eyes squinted shut. Then the man pulled out his phone and dialed a number,

"Beau, I need you to come pick up this body down in Cat's Alley on 44th street."

"Mhm."

"Yeah."

Then the line went dead and the figure turned around even through the dark I could see who it was. Jason McCann. And it was obvious he knew who I was. Without a second though my feet took off.

I ran, ran as fast and as far as my legs could carry me. Tears were brimming at the corners of my eyes, I couldn't help but think about that man and his family as I continued. I didn't know where I was running, but I kept going. Jason McCann was a cold blood killer, I saw it right in front of me with my own eyes.

It didn't take long for him to catch me though and with one tug on the elbow I was pulled the the ground.

"Please, please! Please don't hurt me! I won't tell anyone, just please!" I pleaded, fear obviously flooded every vein in my body.

"Shut up!" He sneered and muffled my pleas with a hand over my mouth. Once my kicking and screaming stopped, my mouth was uncovered.

The tears were still welling up and there was a lump in my dry throat,

"a-are you gonna k-kill me?" I managed to stutter out. There was a moment of silence before I was pulled up once again by my elbow. He neither confirmed nor denied. I was drug all the way to the Bentley that I had found so admirable just hours before.

"Get in." He shoved me into the car, not giving me an option then slamming the door.

My heart stopped for a moment in the silence of the car that lasted just the short amount of time it took for him to walk around the front and get in. The gun was put into the side compartment of his door and the car started. I stared over at Jason with nothing but fear. Who would have thought of him to be a murderer? His eyes were dark, hands clenched around the wheel with knuckles white from force, he appeared deep in thought. I'm sure he was deciding my fate in his head at that very moment. I tried my best to muffle my cries. Jason McCann. Jason McCann a killer.

"Can you shut up?!" He snapped at me. Only then did I realize we had to of been going 100 something down an open free way, yet his driving skills were still on point. By the time the cried calmed down I was sure my eyes were red and swollen.

"How many..." I whispered. He glanced over at me obviously surprised I even spoke, much less brought it up.

"How many what?" He smirked, finally going back to his normal cocky self.

"You know what I mean." I looked down and played with my fingers in my lap.

"Not sure I do, sweetheart." He pressed on, pushing the gas pedal down a little more.

"How many people have you killed Jason?" I croaked on the word 'killed' but shuttered even more at his answer.

"Not sure," he shrugged absent carelessly.

At this point, I wasn't scared anymore. I has nothing to lose to death. No friends, other than one who would be strong enough to cope without me. No mom, not one that cared at least. No life really. The only thing I could think of was Branson, but he had a nanny now and if I was gone I'm sure he wouldn't even remember me. Now that I figured I had nothing to lose, I was nothing but mad.

"You're a monster." I spoke bitterly through gritted teeth. There was a small chuckle, "You don't know the half of it."

"Why'd you do it, Jason? Why'd you kill that man?"

"He owed me and my friends some money."

"So you killed him?!" I shouted in disbelief. How could someone be so cruel?

"I think you're forgetting who has your future in his hands."

"I don't care."

"Really?" A smile formed as he reached for his gun in the side door still racing down the high way.

"Really." I pushed on, feeling unusually daring.

BANG! The shot made me jump and for a moment I believed I was dead. The crying almost came back but I held it off as long as possible. A shriek however did unwillingly escape my lips causing Jason to be overwhelmed with satisfaction.

"Asshole."

"Oh please," He rolled his eyes,

"It's not even loaded."

I glared at him.

"Would you like me to load it though?"

I shook my head.

There was a pause of silence.

"Where are we going?"

"You're going to meet some new friends," he still had a vicious smirk playing on his lips.

"I don't like new friends."

"Oh I can tell."

"Get out." He commanded as we pulled into the parking garage of a huge warehouse. The garage was filled endlessly with some of the most gorgeous cars I'd ever seen. If not for the situation I would have awed over them even longer.

"No." I spoke coldly, sitting still. "No?" He questioned almost surprised by my tone. "No." I enforced then continued, "be a gentleman and come open my door."

"You're not serious." He said getting out.

"Dead ass serious."

"Bitch." He groaned stalking over to my side of the car and pulling the door opened. Just as I was pulling myself out he shut the door as hard as he could and turned to walk away. I whimpered at the pain in my hand as it was slammed in the door.

"You don't wanna keep Micah waiting."

"Who?"

"Boss."