Cole Brown
I sat in the car, contemplating on whether to go through with what I'm about to do or stop and leave.
...I'm going to leave.
"C'mon Brown! Now!" Boss yelled, making me jump. I slammed my foot on the gas, swerving down the road.
The flashing blue and white lights alerted us. Sirens blasted through my ears, as I kept my eyes strictly on the road. I heard gunshots. I looked at the other men in the back shooting at the police cars. I kept making sharp turns until they were off our scent.
When we were in the clear, the guys in the back threw off their ski masks, cheering aloud while holding the bands of cash.
Boss patted my back, "Good looking, Brown." He chuckled, passing me ten wads in my lap, while I kept driving. He sighed, and walked away, joining the others in the back of the van.
When we got to the destination point, we all got out. One guy, Keith, grabbed the container of gas from the trunk of the van, and threw it all around it, and inside of the van. We all stepped back as Boss threw a match.
We ran to our separate cars, that were prepared for each of us by the Boss. I hopped in, and drove off down the road. I put my money on my lap, and put on my shades. I turned up the radio. Unforgettable by French Montana and Swae Lee, blasted throughout my speakers, as I drove down the empty road.
I didn't even have a destination. I was just cruising. Having a little joy ride.
Then I noticed it was getting darker, so I made a U-Turn and headed home.
The green blur of the trees passed by as I drove down this lonely road, back home. Everything except the radio was dead silent. Too silent.
I kept driving, putting a little more pressure on the gas pedal.
My phone buzzed. I took a hand off the wheel, and grabbed my phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's Chris. When you gone be done with yo' 'important meeting'? Dad wants to see you."
"Yea sure, 'Dad' wants to see me." I said sarcastically. I glanced at my rear view mirror, catching sight of a black van behind me.
"Yea bruh. I was about to act like I was you but somehow he can always tell us apart." He chuckled. I put the phone on speaker and sat in on the passenger seat, then put both hands on the wheel.
"You know very well that only Mom and Dad could tell us apart." I said, making a sharp turn. The van sped up.
I stomped the gas, checking if they were still behind me. They slowed down, then made a U-Turn.
"Yea ,you right.. aye, you speeding?" Chris said, snapping me out of focus. Before I could reply I noticed in the distance that I was heading straight towards a wide tree.
My eyes widened. I tried to press the brakes but it didn't work. My phone buzzed again, showing a text from my Boss.
Boss- I no longer need your help.
I quickly grabbed my phone again. My breathing hitched. Tears cascaded down my eyes as my hand shook.
"Chris, I love you big bro', take care of my baby girl, please." I begged, the tears flowing down my cheeks. I was going 80 mph, and the tree was getting closer and closer.
"Wh-" The car collided with the tree. My head forcefully crashed into the window. The car crushed, quickly crushing me with it.
I could hear Chris screaming my name through the phone, but I couldn't move. My chest was squeezing, and clenching tighter and tighter.
Footsteps approached, as breathing got harder and harder for me to do. A hand snatched the stacks of money of my lap.
"Good looking, Brown..." was the last thing I heard as my last breath left my body.
