The Rarest One

That Was On Purpose Part 10

(Scott)

"Jesus!" I yelled as I jerked forward against the seat belt. "That was on purpose."

Crystal's hand reached for the dash, as her head whipped forward. "Yea, thanks to Rowan's bounty," her voice was husky with sleep.  She turned to see the lifted, Chevrolet half-ton truck jerk forward again.  "Go! Go!"

I pressed the gas, shifted, and the camaro surged forward with power. 

"Don't let up!" she yelled, when a shot rang out.

"What the heck was that!" I asked, as Adrian and Hugh ducked down and I kept my eyes on the windy road.   Another shot and it blew out the back pane of glass, we both ducked down in our seats.

"Son of a witch!" she tapped the GPS app. "We have to find another road."

"I am so breaking the speed limit right now," I noted, as I skidded around the corner on the windy road, tires screeching and the back end swinging out.

She stared at me, "Are you serious right now?  We are getting attacked by a truck, running from the Elites, and you're worried about your speed!?"

"What!  Speeding tickets are expensive," I defended myself, taking another corner fast.

She turned back to the map, following the lines with her index finger. "Okay, there is a road we can take, but if you miss it...we're screwed.  So, when I say, you're going to let up on the gas, and make a hard right, okay?"  she yelled, over the howling wind from the busted window.  

I nodded as I shifted going over 125 mph, "Got it." 

"Your instincts are going to say-" she began, hand on the emergency brake.

"Just do it!" I shouted at her, as the truck sped up to ram us again.

"Now!" she screamed, yanking up the brake.

I let off the gas, and made a hard right onto a hidden road we would have never see. 

She shoved the brake back down. "Don't let up! Keep going!"  She turned just in time to see the truck over shoot the turn, and slam into a big oak tree.  

It didn't take long to reach the three lane interstate when you going  over 125 mph, we sped down the ramp, while passing a sign that read, Oklahoma.

(Crystal)

"I had no idea you could drive like that," I eyed Scott, while high-fiving the guys in the backseats.

"Yea, joy rides on the 4-wheeler in corn fields; best thing we ever did," Adrian squeezed Scott's shoulders. 

"That our moms' used to chew us out for doing," Hugh laughed, "who knew it would come in handy?" 

"Where did you learn to drive?" Scott inquired, as he downshifted, til he was at 95 mph.

"My dad,"I answer, looking out the window, "He used to motif cars like these, and use them for street races.  He let me drive, and taught me all the tricks."

"Did you win any races?" Adrian asked, eyes wide.

"Yeah, I won my fair share," I smirked at him.  We sat in quiet for a long time, and surprisingly, the backseat boys didn't say much.  Just an occasional argument over space.

"Oh, I love this song!  Crank it up!" Adrian's shout startled us as a Cardi B song came over the stereo.  Scott turned it up, and we rode listening to Adrian rap or sing to the songs that came over the radio.

I stared out the window shield, watching the sun set over the Oklahoma hillside of rolling, green hills, where the sky touched the surface of the earth.  Colors painted the sky with pinks, oranges, reds, and purples.  Just as we passed a sign that read, Adair, Oklahoma, at exactly six o'clock in the evening, my phone buzzed with a incoming message.  I moved and pulled my phone out of my back pocket.  I was expecting a long message from Gates saying something about how we got away thing time bla, bla,bla, but instead it simple read 74330.  "What the-" I looked up, then back at my phone.