A Mindless Murder

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Blake's POV

Okay. Now I know what you're thinking. What the hell is going on. And to be honest with you, I have no idea what's going on either. One minute were having the time of our lives, the next minute were running for our lives. Some life were living.

I just don't get it! First it was the murder. Then it was video, then it was that Cameron guy. Suddenly my phone felt red hot in my back pocket. I still have it. Should I show them? Should I tell them I have it?

My mind was racing. Prince, Cassie, and Janice were sitting awkwardly on the seats across from me. Carlen was sound asleep after the doctor had given her some sort of medication. Roc and prod were having a conversation and Ray was sitting next to Carlen.

Me? I was looking for answers.

Roc's POV

"What are we Gona do with them here?!" Prod asks sternly.

"I don't know!" I say. "We made them targets now we can't just leave them!"

Prod huffs a big sigh.

"Okay." Prod says. "Okay, you're right. But where are we Gona go. We can't take them anywhere without giving them answers."

I thought about this for a moment.

"What they don't know won't hurt them." I say.

"Look." Prod says calmly. "I don't know if you were on earth like the rest of us were a few hours ago but someone that WE are now responsible for just got shot in the shoulder. What they don't know already got one of them hurt."

He was right. I was being a little selfish. I guess I was ashamed. Real ashamed. I don't want Blake or her friends knowing how we got into this mess. If she knew what we did, she'd never look at me again.

"Ok." I say giving up. "Let's just wait a little while, see how this plays out and if it gets out of hand then we'll tell them."

"What if we can't trust them though?" Prod asks.

"What if they can't trust us?" I respond.

"True." Prod nods. "But before we say anything, I wana know what they know."

Prod and I get up and walk to the back of the bus where Blake was sitting and we sit next to her. Blake's eyes widen, and her back straightens up like she wasn't expecting us, or like she was trying to avoid us in a way. Whatever she knew about us has to be said. If not then it'll be the blind leading the blind.

"Okay what do you know?" Prod blurts out.

"Excuse me?" Blake asks. Her eyebrows fold over in confusion.

I hit Prod in his leg. "C'mon man ease into it."

"Ease into what?" Blake asks.

"Okay okay! Fine." Prod says. "What the hell do you know about us?!"

"And again.. What the hell are you talking about!?" Blake raises her voice.

"You know something." Prod interrogates her.

"Look!" Blake shouts. "I'm not in the mood to be yelled at right now."

"I didn't ask what you were in the mood for." Prod says.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. The lead singer always has to call the shots right?"

Blake asks sarcastically.

"You don't know anything about me." Prod says through clenched teeth.

"I know way more than you think!" Blake eyes Prod dead on.