Toxic Love{Completed}

On The Run I

I awoke to police sirens and they gradually got closer. I remember what Hov told me and I believe it to some extent but never have they felt this close. My heart pounded as I realized they were right outside...

It's been mere hours since our final heist and I an admittedly nervous. I want our child to be safe; not that I know for fact that I am pregnant but I'm pretty sure. I feel kind of bloated and my period is late. All that aside, I heard a hard knock on the door ad that's when I panicked. I sat straight up, popping Hov on the chest. He woke up immediately with a groan and a frown, "Baby, what the fu-"

"Listen", I insisted.

He paused and listen as the knock came again with a deep voice that demanded that we answer. I looked at Hov who cocked his pistol and stuck it in his pocket. I could feel my hands start to shake so I grabbed a hold of his to calm down. He kissed my forehead and held me tightly before pulling me over to him. We shared a hurried yet passionate kiss as he moved towards the window. Cops were everywhere and I knew this wouldn't end pretty.

I heard a gunshot and a bullet shot through our window. I jumped back as Hov grabbed his arm. His shirt slowly started to turn red and I knew he had been hit. I touched it to see if the bullet penetrated but he pushed me back and shot back towards them. One of the officers fell to the ground and it was at that point that I grabbed my pistol and shot in that general direction as well. Another officer went down and that's when a light covered the window. It blinded me and I dropped my pistol to ease my immediate headache.

I heard shuffling behind me and when I finally regained sight, Hov was gone. I frantically searched the room and that's when the closet door cracked open. He becked for me and called me to him, "In here BB", I ducked down and got in with him. Blood still ran down his arm where the bullet had made contact. I looked into his eyes and went to touch his arm, "I'm fine Bey, it just grazed."

This man just told me he fine and know good and damn well he can bleed out. I moved his shirt sleeve and the bullet had just grazed him but he still needed medical attention. I grabbed the first aid kit on the shelf and turned the nightlight on. But just as I started to pull stuff out, he stopped me,"Not here."

My heart started racing again and I knew he was right. But the house was surrounded so what other choice did we have? That's when I hatched a plan, "We can take the car to Brooklyn." He looked at me like I was crazy, "How BB, we're surrounded?"

"Do you want to bleed out smartass?"

He smacked his lips, "Just let me think", he sighed.

I put everything back in the first aid kit and closed it before putting it in my getaway bag. Hov grabbed some of his clothes and rolled them up, putting them in his duffle. I did the same before putting my pistol in. Hov slipped on some shoes and put another pair in his bag. He handed me my sneaks and put my heels in my bag. I made a pouty face and he rolled his eyes, he better grab my stilettos.

After we finished getting situated, Hov opened the closet door and there was silence. Not a natural silence, a very disturbing silence. I heard a scream and that's when I remembered Demi and Calvin. The scream came again and it was definitely Demi. I was frozen in fear because my sister used to scream like that when we were kids, and not for fun...

Hov snapped his fingers and I realized I had been daydreaming, he grabbed my hand and down the hall we went. My heart seemed to pound in my ear and before I knew anything we were in the car and away we went. I would have driven but Hov never lets me drive. As we sped away, the house grew smaller and smaller in the distance. For no good reason I felt tears pour down my cheeks. Hov looked over at me as I bit my bottom lip. I should be used to this, in fact I am. But I immediately thought of what I promised Demi. We made a promise we would be there for one another when we gave birth, if in fact I'm pregnant.

I decided to suck it up and wipe my tears. Before long we reached the central of the city. I felt sleep start to make my eyes heavy. Soon all I saw and heard were my own dreams. Dreams of life at home, but that didn't last long because I'm a light sleeper in the car and I felt it stop. I sat up and Hov was getting out. "I need you to drive", his arm was soaked now and I worried of infection. As soon as we had buckled up, I got into Sasha mode and before a good hour passed we were in Brooklyn. I pulled up to a hotel and looked over at Hov. He was laid against the window and the blood on his shirt had started to dry. I hurried grabbed my duffle and his along with the car keys. I hopped out of the car then I thought and put Hov's bag on the seat. I shut the door and went in to the manager. It was an American, for once. He typed a few keys on the computer and there was one room open. I booked it and gave him cash.

Our cards are too risky and can be tracked and using a check right now would be a terrible idea. Once he registered the money and gave me a receipt, he handed me the room key. I thanked him and ran back out to the car.

Hov was on the verge of passing out, so I squez his shoulder, "Shawn, Shawn, Jay. Baby come on. I can't carry you." He groaned with each move he made as we slowly but surely made it to the room. Once we made it to the room and I gave him some water he brightened up a little. I pulled out one of the two first aid kits. We always pack one a piece. I pulled out the surgery needle and thread and bandages. Once I had that, I washed my hands and grabbed the alcohol.

It was bad enough cleaning it, Hov was obviously in pain. Once his wound was clean, I grabbed the needle and threaded it. I tied it and stuck it at the edge of his wound. He flinched and I felt a little jumpy myself. "Do you trust me?", I asked softly. He leaned in for a kiss and I gladly leaned in too. Soon, I had my baby all stitched; I wrapped some bandages around his arm and gave him some more water.

I took a quick shower and decided to go ahead and get some rest. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light...