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"Where are you?"
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She roamed the empty streets on foot watching cars and other sorts of transportation pass her by. She was searching for her boyfriend not having any idea about his where abouts but she was still determined that she would find him. She had to find him.
Smoke lauched off into the air from the vehicle. Slowly he opened his eyes after taking in his surroundings soon it all hit him at once. "Sh-Sharawn?" He croaked. He felt his heart shattering his partner in crime was mushed up in the drivers seat with a bullet resting in his head.
"Shamar? You good bro?"
"Ye-Yea I'm good Jack. You good?"
"Yea can you get out? We gotta get out of here man this shit is gonna blow any minute."
He hissed lifting his arm out of the pile of broken glass. He extended his arm out reaching for the door handle. They were both lucky to be alive, they were laying on thin ice with the universe. He crawled out of the ticking time bomb and onto the ground.
The passenger door flew open, Jack dragged himself out joining his friend on the ground. "You good bro? Can you get up?"
Shamar hissed slowly nodding his head. He pulled himself off of ground standing to his feet, he groaned. "Yea I'm up you need help up?"
"Nah I'm good, I'm jus-" Shamar grabbed his friend pulling him upwards. He threw Jack's arm over his shoulder. "We gonna get out this togetha' all we have is each otha' na'." He spoke limping away from the car.
Jack smiled "Yea all we got is each other and Sharawn watching over us."
A loud bang was heard from the vehicle exploding all of the cash in it went up in flames with it. "We can always make more money."
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She cursed to herself stepping on the elevator. She had been walking for hours and still no sign of him. As bad as she wanted to keep looking her body wouldn't allow it she was worn out. She sighed looking down at her phone "Where are you Shamar?" She whispered shaking her head.
She pushed the door open slipping out of her coat. She slammed the keys down on the coffee table. She plopped down on the couch focusing her eyes on the television. Her eyes widened, her chest tightened "Oh my God!" There it was the glossy black range rover burning to pieces on the news. She knew that vehicle all to well he left in it which means he died in it.
Bree let out a screeching scream. This couldn't be, he couldn't be.
Her one resort to comfort something that she promised herself she wouldn't do. She sinked onto bathroom floor with a single razor in her hand. The sharp object hovered over her wrist before slicing crooked lines into her skin. She sobbed watching the blood ooz out from her wrist.
