Never Believed It

Never Believed It- First Fight Part 1

My eyes doubled in size as I witnessed Matthew stepping on the gas, making me slam into my seatbelt. He easily went from 30 to 60 mph, without any police noticing him. There was a hint of a smirk lingering on his lips, his expression full of arrogance and determination. My breath caught in my throat at that moment, as I realised how much he looked like Will. And Callum of course. I peered out through the mirror, to see tinted black car moving at the same pace as us. This led to my unanimous conclusion that we were being followed- as if it wasn't so obvious before- and we were in a high speed car chase. And I was in the middle of it. Surprisingly, I stayed calm, knowing that Matthew had a plan. He must have a plan.

"Do you think it's Paul and his people?" I asked stupidly, as if the answer wasn't clear enough.

"Most definitely. Its probably not Paul himself though, he usually sends his minions to do his dirty work for him."

"Oh." was all I could summon from my mouth as my hands subconsciously clutched tighter onto my seatbelt. Matthew was increasing his speed by the second, flinging us between other vehicles as if we were on a bike and turning corners I have never seen before. We were most certainly not going in the direction of my house.

"We've got to go somewhere private," Matthew started. "And we have to fight them off."

I froze as I took in what he was saying. Then the panic hit me. The thought of me fighting off gang members made the hairs at the back of my neck raise up. All calmness was thrown out of the window now, because I started sweating like a pig.

"Fight them off?! Are you freaking crazy? Is this your idea of a master plan Matthew? Because we're going to die!" I yelled at him, throwing my hands up in the air.

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I stared at him for a moment, waiting for a response, and he finally gave me what I wanted. A soft sigh escaped his lips. "You're right Aaliyah, that's a stupid plan. It'd probably get us killed anyway. I'm sorry for thinking so selfishly and stupid."

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But no... of course not, that didn't happen. My thoughts evaporated as I continued to stare at him, waiting for a response from him, but I came up short. Anger flared through me as his face remained unemotional.

"You have got to be kidding me. You are not thinki-"

"Leah, shut up. Now is not the time for thinking," He made a sharp turn, causing us to topple to the side a bit. "I've been trained to fight, I've seen you pack a punch and we are loaded with guns."

So this is the life they live? Always prepared for a fight, without even leaving time to think or panic? Having a moment of happiness, then back to keeping an eye out for the enemy? The thought of it made me want to cry, but I didn't allow them to fall. After several blinks and multiple deep breaths, I started talking.

"The guns."

"What?"

"The guns, where are they?"

His eyes lit up and a smile returned to his face.

"In the back, under the slit."

Wearily, I unbuckled my seatbelt and stretched to the back of the car, which by the way was moving at a deadly 75 mph. I looked out, and saw that the car was a little far away, a stretch down the long road. Good. I looked down and there was a discreet slit on one of the seats, one of those things that you'd only notice if you were actually looking for the slit. I lifted the flap over, but I didn't see any guns. My hands started to sweat as I panicked at the thought of us fighting without the presence of a weapon. Lame huh.