The Silent One ✔

Chapter Fifty-Three

I sit in my seat bored once again on a train. Try and get some sleep, Evangeline. I shut my eyes slowly as my mind goes back almost three years.

"Let's do it! Let's leave this place" Sam cried in excitement.

"Yeah let's leave this place" I exclaim equally as excited before kissing his lips.

"We have to leave now" he cries.

"My dad will track your plates" I point out.

"Right" Sam nods.

"I'll get us a new car," I tell him "You take my bike and we will meet at Sage's place, she'll get us everything we need"

"I'll be two minutes behind you" Sam kisses me again.

"Let's leave the Bronx" I smile before we walk into opposite directions.

I immediately find a shiny black BMW. The male owner jumps out quickly to enter the store.

He left the doors to unlock, I didn't hesitate to jump into the driver's seat and search for the keys, that I found in the glove compartment.

I was driving for only a few minutes when a cop began tailing me. Eventually, it turned into a high-speed chase.

"Angel tell me what's going on" Sam begs over the phone.

"Some persistent cop is on my back" I explain.

"You cannot lose him"

"You kidding? This will be-"

"Please set your ego aside Angel! You cannot lose him! This has turned into a high-speed chase!"

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Park and run"

"We need a car, Sam"

"We won't need it if you're locked up! Now Go!"

"There's an abandoned warehouse coming up! See you soon" I end the call before placing my cell phone into my pocket.

I park the car before sprinting into the abandoned warehouse. I hid behind a stack of tires.

I began to breathe heavily in panic before I feel an arm around me. I look down at his belt where I see his gun. I take it quickly before elbowing his gut and stepping on his foot. I take a few steps back, putting distance between us.

"Hey you don't want to do that," the 6'4 African American man tells me as I point his Glock at him.

His chocolate brown eyes filled with fear. My finger quivered on the trigger as I contemplate ending his life.

He was only around thirty years old. He looked like he knew he was going to die, he knew that he would never see his family again.

"I'm sorry" I struggle to say.

"You look like a bright young woman, what sixteen? seventeen years old? if you pull that trigger you will ruin your life" he tells me as he begins to sweat "just drop the weapon"

"I gotta get outta here!" I cry "if I don't then my brother will be stuck...I need to find sage and my brother"

"If you shoot me...you will never see them again"

"Is that a threat!"

"No" he shakes his head "I have a family and you do too....if you put down the weapon, we can both go back to them"