Corren's Fight

Chapter Sixteen - Neurotic

I pulled up to Tyson's driveway. It was around eight o'clock now. The sky was darker than fresh asphalt, dotted with the diamond-like lights winking down. It was nights like these where I thought the stars knew something I didn't. Tyson's front door opened and he jogged out and over to his truck. I climbed out of mine and joined Tyson in his car. I thought back to when he called me.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Nothing major. I need to get to a deal and I don't have a wing-man. You in?"

"Sure." I muttered.

Anything to take my mind off the world. Off of Emily.

We drove to the other side of town until we reached a trailer park. I was confused when Tyson parked the car on the side of the park by a chain-link fence.

"It's just a precaution." He explained. "Come on."

We got out of the car and walked around the fence and through the entrance. Tyson led the way down the rows of trailers until he made a sharp turn to the right and walked down the row. I sped up my pace to keep up. Tyson came to a stop in front of an old, rustic-looking trailer that could really use a new coat of paint.

"Wait out here and keep watch." Tyson ordered and knocked on the door.

"That's it?"

"You're still new to this. Besides, this is what most wing-men do."

The door opened and a woman stepped out. She definitely looked like white trash. Her eyes were sunken in, she had gray hair in some places, and her teeth were yellow and black when she smiled. She held the door open and Tyson stepped inside.

I grimaced and sat down on the steps.

A few minutes later Tyson emerged from the trailer with a wad of cash.

I was surprised. "All from one hit?"

"Yep." Tyson pulled out a few bills and handed them over. "Here, like I promised."

I counted the money. I now had one hundred dollars in my pocket. We both grinned before a voice thundered through the park.

"Stop! Police!"

We both froze. A bright light shone at us. Three cops stood at the front of the row with a German Shepard growling on a leash. My joints were locked in place.

"Run!" Tyson bellowed.

We took off.

"Stop!"

I could hear growling right behind us. They released the dog. I pushed myself to run faster.

We leaped onto the chain-link fence and climbed for our lives. Tyson made it over. I almost had myself pulled over when a pair of jaws locked onto my ankle. I cried out. Tyson spun and saw me and the dog. The K9 growled and yanked with all the force it had. I could feel its teeth piercing my skin.

"Tyson!"

Tyson climbed up and grabbed my hand. He gave a hard tug and I heard a rip of my jeans. I fell to the ground. The impact took the air out of me. Tyson wrenched me up off the ground and shoved me toward the car. I could hear the snarling and barking of the dog on the other side of the fence. I turned back to see Tyson pulling out a gun, and aiming it at the dog.

"No!" I shoved him.

His arm flew in another direction. The gun went off, the bullet hitting a tree. My ears rung. Tyson sent a seething glare at me then shoved me towards the car again. I ran and pulled the door open. Tyson floored it before I had the door closed.