XI - RUN AWAY AND HIDE WITH YOU

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RUN AWAY AND HIDE WITH YOU

She arrived to the the park's parking lot at exactly 11 PM, just as planned. She was also sat on the left side of the car -behind the steering wheel- just as planned. He came running over the lot a few minutes later, carrying a backpack and a huge bag, also just as planned.

Everything went perfectly according to their plain.

Until he showed up. The older boy.

The same boy that the seventeen-year old tried to run from.

"Where are you goin'?" The older shouted as he crossed the dark parking lot. When he didn't receive an answer, he raised his voice even more; "Hey! Stop! Stop or I'll kill you. Both of you."

The younger finally stopped, he knew that if ran once again, the girl would get into trouble, wich was the least thing he wanted. "What? What do ya' want from us?" He turned around so they were now facing each other as the older stopped, about ten feet in front of him.

"You know what I want" He answered, almost whispering.

"No" The seventeen year old began to walk backwards, away from the older of the two, away from danger. He hoped that the car was close enough for him to run to and hopefully escape in before he could reach him.

"Don't fucking lie to me" The older looked him dead in the eye as his hand pulled out something from a pocket in his jacket. A gun. Probably a loaded one.

The youngers' plan was ruined, he couldn't escape, the gun could easily kill him on his way to the car. He was hopeless.

"You owe me," He said as he unsecured the weapon in his hand. "2000 dollars, baby." He chuckled a little at that. "Give me the money or I'll shoot that pretty lil' girlfriend of yours'."

The girl had seen the gun, had opened her door and was about to go out from the car as the boy yelled to her to go back in the car. He wanted her to drive so far away that she could, but he knew that it wouldn't solve anything. He had most of the money, hidden in the bottom of his backpack, and the older still had the gun who could kill her even if she was in the car.

He couldn't give him 2000 dollars, he barely had 1000, and if he gave him that, the younger wouldn't be able to run away with the girl, wich he had promised. He couldn't break a promise, not to her, he loved her.

He only thought about it for a tenth of a second before he did something stupid.

He ran forward and tackled the older to the ground, holding his hands in a tight grip around his neck. It all happened so fast that the older dropped his gun onto the the ground.

He kept his hands like that, making the eighteen-year olds' face turn red out of the lack of oxygen. He tried to fight back, but the younger was surprisingly strong and just tightened his grip.

He couldn't breathe; the older tried to move the youngers' hands from his face, but had turned so weak that he couldn't. He could barely blink after a while.

By then, the girl had made her way out of the car and run towards the boys.

"Stop!" She yelled, trying to take grasp her brothers' wrists. "Please stop! You're killing him!"

The boy didn't stop though.

She began to cry, "Y-you can't do this! Don't you see what you're doing to him?!"

"Shuddup'!" He finally screamed. "He threatened me, said that he would kill you!"'

"I don't care! Let go!"

He did, after a while.

The boy stood up, took a last glare at the eighteen-year old laying on the ground and started to walk towards the car. He shouted the girls' name, wich she didn't respond to.

She just continued staring at the body laying close to her feet, a boy, dead because of him.



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