Hayley // Pistol
"You ready to go home Hayley?" Hayes asked me as we walked out of the gas station food store.
"Yeah I think we've been away for long enough," I nodded as I opened my bag of chips. We sat on the curb just outside the gas station & ate.
"I feel like giving up sometimes," he uttered.
"What you mean?" I chewed on my chip.
"This whole gang life. Yeah sure, it's fun to live dangerously & do whatever I want but I want a normal life again," he slithered his hand to mine, "I want a normal life with you."
"Are you sure you wanna do this Harum?" I asked & gripped his hand tightly.
"Pistol. The other day I almost got arrested. There's been so many times when I've almost got arrested. Almost got killed. Almost didn't make it. I don't want that anymore," he sighed.
"I understand. It was really amazing living this life but I don't even think I could keep it up any longer," I chuckled & rested my head in his shoulder.
Suddenly we heard some police sirens & fire sirens in the opposite direction.
"I think our bitch is finally burnt down to the ground," he whispered in my ear which caused me to giggle.
"We should get going. Dusk has almost subsided & we're not too far from the cabin," I stood up & put my food in my box.
"Ah babe?" he called.
"Yeah," I responded.
"What are you gonna do when you get back? I mean to Benz," he murmured.
"Well. He did mess up. But that's when I knew I was never about him. I'm all about you. Since day one. The first time you helped me from the boys. I had a feeling about you," I smiled, "I'm not gonna do anything to Jack. Do I wanna shoot him & cut open his stomach & hang his intestines like Christmas decorations? Yeah sure definitely. But I won't. Because I'm civil."
"You know I'd do that for you any day," he smiled & got onto his bike.
"Thank you," I smiled & started my bike.
"You ready to go back & face the music?" he asked.
"I was born ready," I chuckled & we sped off together.
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