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Chapter 29 Agreement

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While all this chaos was going on, Zayn managed to find a time to answer his phone. He was cursing loudly into the speaker and frantically driving with one hand. I made it my job to look up every few seconds from the floor of the car to see if things were going okay (if that was even possible). Zayn was going absolutely mad. No matter which way we swerved or how fast we sped up the cars behind us wouldn't let up. The glass on the back windshield was threatening to shatter any second. Dents from the bullets being fired dotted along the windshield. The gunshots did not stop coming. It seemed as if the guns never ran out of bullets to fire.

Maybe the reason why they kept shooting, or how they were still following us, was because we were driving in the middle of nowhere. Instead of taking a right out of Zayn's driveway, we swung a wide left. Which led to a nearly deserted highway. It was a stupid move on his part if you ask me.

I don't know how I was being able to stay so calm. Actually, that's a lie. I was still shaken up from seeing Zayn shoot the man right in front of me. Watching the life in the man's eyes slowly drain then watching Zayn's widen and grow dark. He was pleased with himself. Pleased that he had killed that man so easily. That whole situation only made me even more realize just who I was dealing with; living with; sleeping with.

I didn't know if I should feel safe with him or not. I mean I had a pretty bad feeling about him from the get-go. But there's really no use in denying how relieving it is when I'm pulled in close to Zayn. But now, I'm not sure if being so close to him is a good thing.

"No. No. Shit- Yes. Okay." Zayn was angrily replying to the person on the other end of the line. He was flustered as well. There was almost a hint of panic on his tired face.

"Ava we're turning around. Hold onto something." Zayn instructed. There wasn't much to grab onto on the floor that would keep me secure. I opted for just holding on the bottom of the seats for dear life.

"I'm going to swing around then floor it. We're going to make it into town and do a quick car swap. As soon as the car stops sit up and wait for me to grab you!" Zayn yelled over the sound of guns being relentlessly fired.

"Okay." I choked. What the fuck did he mean by 'swing around'?

The car suddenly swerved to the left in the other lane. Our tires shrieked in protest against the hard change in direction. I could hear Zayn furiously fighting to get the wheel back under control. We sped forward leaving whoever was following us in the dust.

I imagined it to look like something you'd see in a spy movie. All the bad people are chasing that one car, then suddenly the car swerves and speeds past. Then the bad people are left wondering what just happened. It was a pretty cool idea in my head.

Zayn slammed his phone down on the counsel. It bounced off the hard surface and landed somewhere near Zayn's feet. We were going in the opposite direction now. Almost safe.

The drive from Zayn's house into town was about ten minutes or so. During one of our awkward car rides I kept track of the time from the second we left his driveway to the sign saying we entered the downtown area. Judging by how fast Zayn was driving now, we'd probably be there in seconds.

"Ava, are you okay?" Zayn asked me softly. His voice was barely a whisper but it was enough to make me jump. I hadn't realized that the gunshots had stopped. Everything was quiet except the roar of the car engine and the tires protesting against the pavement.

"Yeah."

"Did he touch you?" His voice caught in his throat towards the end.

Did he touch me? I couldn't really remember. Obviously I'd remember if he touched me, like...you know, but I don't touched me. All I could remember was Zayn shooting him.