A Dude like her✔️

Chapter Twenty|| OH NAW

Chapter Twenty|| OH NAW

Isaiah

On Friday's, I'd usually make my way towards my cousin's house on the other side of town.

I'd take a certain bus that would drop me a block away from his house, in front of this creepy building.

I had never known what the building was used for, or the people who inhabited it, I just walked passed it, trying to ignore it as best as possible.

You know, until I heard someone screaming.

At first, I ignored the voice and just thought of taking my bitch ass out of there as soon as possible.

But when I heard the voice again, I realized it was Sawyer's. Either that or I was just fucking insane. But it wouldn't hurt to look.

I managed to sneak in and- as I had imagined -found Sawyer laying on the ground, wounded.

"Oh, nawww," I muttered to myself.

A side of me wanted me to run out of there and another side, my heroic side, wanted to go at the bitch who had just shot her/him? Whatever.

A familiar face walked in shortly- I really couldn't remember his name.

They talked, I didn't really give a fuck. I mean, he was here to help her, right? I just needed to make my way out of here without getting spotted.

Yeah, well, luck fucked me over and the bitch ended up pulling the gun on both Sawyer and the other guy.

If I let both of them die I'll never be able to live with myself.

I sighed and shook my head. Fuck my heroism.

I grabbed a nearby chair, ran up to the man and rammed it onto his head.

"Get her out of here, dumbass," I growled once I realized that that bitch ass fucker wasn't moving.

We nodded at each other and then I smiled at Sawyer.

"Stay alive, Sawyer! You still owe me that favor!"

The man stood up and smirked at me while he cracked his knuckles.

I was really going to regret this shit.

•••
Sam

"16 year old female, gunshot wound on her lower abdomen, bloodloss, ruptures to the body's-"

A tall blond woman stopped me and shook her head.

"This is as far as you go, hun," she said as she smiled at me warmly.

"I need to know what happens to her, she can't die, please," I stammered, I could feel a ball on my throat and I couldn't breathe.

"She's your girlfriend?" The woman asked.

"Yes," I stated, even though it wasn't remotely true.

"The only way you can help your girl out right now is by telling everything you know to the cops," she said, "they'll be here any minute."