Guns And Roses(Complete)

Chapter 7

                                 Stella
"Alright Stella this is basically, a make or break moment in your life" said Jayda seriously, looking deep into my honey eyes with her dark green ones.

I stepped out of the car slowly with my hood pulled over. I was shaking but I knew I had to be strong, facing her wrath wasn't an experience I liked forward to.

I should've stayed asleep.

I walked up to a bush and crept behind it, I then crawled on the floor into the grass and started to throw the objects in hand.

After that was done I pulled out the spray paint bottle and got to work, in the middle of my intense art session the front porch light of the house turned on and a man stepped out.

"H-hey you!" He began to yell running after me. "Ahahahaha, run you crazy bitch" I heard Jayda yell from the car.

How did I get myself into this.

        Approximately 58 minutes and 13 seconds earlier

"I'm bored" Jayda said while sitting on my bed with her legs crossed. "Well, what do you suggest we do then?" I asked looking at the ceiling.

I heard her chuckle lightly, "your gonna regret you asked that" she said snickering to herself. After a moment of what seemed to be her thinking, she spoke up.

"Ok put on a hoodie and some shoes you can run in" she said quickly. "Where are we going, you know I don't think Dante wi-" I tried to warn Jayda but she simply put her hand over me and made a shushing noise emerge from her mouth.

"What Dante doesn't know, won't hurt him" she said while continuing to shush me with her eyes closed. I sighed and muffled an ok with her hand over my mouth.

"Okay let's go!" She exclaimed while jumping in the air. We snuck outside to avoid any form of contact with the guards surrounding Dantes, what I like to call, castle.

We approached a dark painted car and she unlocked it as we crawled on the floor. As we hopped in she began to plug in the aux cord to her phone.

"So we've gotta make a quick stop at the store reaalll quick" she said scrolling through a Spotify playlist. "Aren't you concerned someone will recognize me or Dante will come home and not find us" I asked silently.

"Nah, Dante's gonna be there all night trust me, and that's why I have a gun with me" she said gently while smiling, she picked some Nicki Minaj song and started the car.

As we raced down the freeway, I couldn't help but admire the New York setting. The bright city lights illuminated the starry sky. It was really aesthetic I suppose.

We eventually arrived at a 7- eleven and she hopped out. "Stay here, I'll be right back" she said walking away.

I sat lost in thought. My life changed in a matter of hours, one day some guy looking like he was carved by the gods himself saves me, and then his crazy gang member picks me up to do who knows what.

But as much I felt vulnerable in these wild situations, I couldn't help but admire and really feel the adrenaline feeling that flowed wildly throughout me.

It always happened when I trained with dad, or went on missions with him. My dad was nice and all, but he was very strict when it came to training. Especially fighting.