Take Me There

Y/N POV

  When I woke up, I heard a lot of shuffling in the room. I got up and rubbed my eyes. Rayan was pacing around fixing everything. When he saw me, he picked up a plate of waffles, eggs, and sausage.

  "Eat up, cause we can't stay long. Eat, take yo shower, get them clothes on, and let's get the hell up outta here."

  So I just did what he said. I ate, showered, and dressed. I picked up my bags and put them in the trunk of the car. A neighbor was staring at us, then picked up her phone.

  Yep, we had to get the fuck outta here.

  Me and Rayan grabbed the rest of our bags of food and clothes, and threw them in the backseat. We got in and drove off.

  I heard police cars coming our way. Rayan's hair was out, so it was long and glossy. I thought he was supposed to be tough. Well, so much for that.

  He took his braids out because in his mugshot, he had them in.

  The police ran straight past us, but we kept on driving. Then, 20 minutes later, we hear sirens behind us. We both turned and saw that the police were behind us. Rayan sped up the car, but they sped up, too.

  "Shit..."

  Then, I got an idea. Last night, before I went to sleep, Rayan had guns in a black duffel bag, and he threw that exact black duffel bag in the backseat. I climbed in the backseat and went through the duffel bag.

  "Yo, what the fuck, bruh," he yelled. 

  I smirked at him in the rearview mirror. "Don't worry, I got this."

  I pulled out his Glock 9s. They were a shiny, bright silver. I rolled down the window of his Benz and started shooting.