The Troublemaking Intruder

Trouble

Jason's pov

I was at the bar after the concert. I know I shouldn't but I'm drinking again. Not dangerous levels but a beer or two. I hear pops from a gun in the parking lot. I confusedly stand up and peek out the window, seeing blue and red lights. Uh oh. Suddenly B and Justin run through the door. Justin barracades it and they both get in fighting positions against the wall. "Jeez! What are you doing?!" I cry. "I dunno! These guys just showed up at the bus yelling that we were under arrest! So we ran!" I slap my forehead. "You're either with us or against us!" He says, panicking slightly. I sigh and pull out my pistol. Me and B hide behind the bar, guns at the ready. I finish off the beer I had and toss it to the ground. "How do I always get mixed into these messes?" I mutter, loading my pistol. B and Justin takes a couple cops out. I curse myself for this, leaning my back against the bar. "Jason! Come on! We need help!" I shakily stand up. "Drop the gun, Brantley." I say, pointing my pistol at him. He stares at me shocked. "You're killin' cops, B!" I cry. Rage fills his eyes. "TRAITOR!" He yells, whacking me across the face with his gun. My vision gets blurry as I lose my balance, my pistol slipping from my hand.

*later*

I come to in the back of a cop car! Shit! "Wait! I wasn't with them! I was trying to stop them!" I shout, handcuffed! "Oh save your breath. You're a part of their little illegal organization!" The cop at the wheel gripes. "No! I'm not! I got out of that biz months ago!" "Shut up!" He yells. I'm innocent though! I pointed a gun at my best friend and still got my ass thrown into the slammer! B probably won't ever talk to me again! Wait.... "Where's Brantley and Justin?!" I shakily gasp. "Justin is arrested too and the notorious leader is probably still laying on the concrete." My blood runs cold! I pick the cuffs and kick the door open. I tuck and roll and take off running. The cop car flying beside me, yelling at me to surrender. I reach the bar and see Brantley! "No!" I shout, hitting my knees beside him. "B! Wake up!" He's riddled with bullet holes. "My God! B! You stubborn bastard! You shoulda just gave yourself up! You wouldn't be dead!" Suddenly he coughs. My eyes go wide. "I'm not dead you idiot!" "Thank God!" I help him to a bench and call an ambulance. The cops parked and got out. Rage fills me. I grab his shotgun. "Back the fuck off!" I yell, pointing it at them. Ten minutes later, we're surrounded by cops. I won't let them get to Brantley. My fear escalates when my girls pull up with frightful looks on their faces. "Jason!" She cries, wide eyed. I take a deep breath. "God dang it. Now what?" I whisper, backing up shakily. The ambulance finally gets here and they load B up. I climb in after him. My eyes locked on my freaked out wife's. "I'm sorry." I mouth then close the door and ride with Brantley to the hospital.