Sins of a criminal couple

Chapter 7(Part 1)

The cops charged into the stolen house. Their home. Jermey gave him a home, a place to feel needed. But he killed his sister. What drove him? Jealousy, lust. They handcuffed people desperately, wanting only the leaders. He grabbed Greta in hast. "I know a way out". He pointed to the door. "Outside". Jermey moaned in his pool of blood. Efren gritted his teeth. He quickly got out a knife and sliced his friend's arm. Red dripped out and Jermey yelped in agony. Efren couldn't sto p as the knife got deeper. "Stop", patted Her. Efren stopped and then slashed in out. A loud cry of torture rose through the room. "Our sign", said he. A sufferable treatment. He saw flashlights below the door. "Open up!", ordered voice. Efren ran and followed his wife, who stood by a tunnel. "I know it's disgusting, but we need to flee". Silently opening it. The smell was horrific, nobody knew of this. Except Jermey. It was dark. "They will fucking find us here!', insisted Greta. They heard footsteps close. "They went through there", said a deep voice. "Shit", muttered Efren. They exited to sharp, cold air. Bushes surrounded them, they could escape easily. Crap. The cops were following them. The hollow sounds. "Help me", ordered his wife. A heavy tire lay around the dirt. With all their strength. Closed the door and shoved it on top. A dead, heavy bunk was astray, it joined the tire. The people tried to open it, pulling it. Only to feel the load pulling them down. They ran with the clothes on the couple's back to a dead alley way. Feeling the cuts from the hanging branches. "They're everywhere Efren, they will surely find us. With all of them on patrol".

'Shush darling, calm".

"How the fucking shit am I supposed to be hast. We are fugitives of the law".

"We need to take the next bus".

"Oh yes, outlaws can just walk on, with their fucking faces everywhere".

The darkness descended. They faintly heard the smashing of the door. A bus towered to the bus stop. "We need to take it", said Efren. Greta scowled but didn't fight it. A torchlight appeared. They top toed away quickly. Slipping on thin hoodies, they boarded the bus. Sirens were heard. But they couldn't stand out from the crowd. With only small money in his pocket, Efren Dawn payed for the bus fare. The travel was too the next town. Away. The pounding in his heart made him sick. Sitting next to each other. He kissed Greta passionately. She leaned her smooth cheek on his shoulder, closing her eyes. Dreaming of a happy world. Which would never be possible. When they boarded, Greta stormed into the motel. Efren sighed at pulled a suitcase full of money to a secret garden closet. The only place avaliable. Dirt crushed into the cracks and the hanging money. He sighed. He couldn't remember taking it, except Jermey begged him not too. His friend would come for him, Jermey would come back in fury.