The Outaw

HER

I sat in back between Kyle and Neil, and  my hands were bond together with duck tape. The car was packed with guys that I know. The passenger and driver not much, but Kyle and Neil I knew, but Neil and I weren't exactly friends.

Neil pulled out her phone and called someone. It seemed like after the third or fourth ring there was finally an answer.

"Sir," Neil said in his deep voice, "we have her."

He was talking to Markus no doubt. My head picked up the pace, they were taking me to my death.

"Do you want us to take her back," he asked Markus, "or would you like us to take her out on the streets."

He paused for Markus's answer.

"Got it," He hung up. "Take us back home, he wants us to wait for him there."

"Where is he now?" Kyle asked.

"In a meeting."

I bit my lip, they're taking me to my death. I search for my options out of this situation. There was no way talking to them; I'm just a traitor.

I recognized the road we were on, telling me that we were getting close to home.

My mind raced for an idea or solution, and I calculated my chances of getting out.

I wasn't wearing a seat belt.

The plan flashed through my mind once before I acted to it.

I clasp my hands together, gripping tight and moved in one motion. With all my strength I slammed down on Kyle in the groin, then jerked my elbow back and hit Neil in the face, and then threw my bonded wrists around the drivers neck and pulled.

The car swerved on the road and leaned into Kyle lap and hid behind the driver seat as the passenger came after me. He pulled out a gun and just before he pulled the trigger I dodged out of the way. My ears start to ring from the gun shot being next to my face. The bullet hit Kyle in the chest and his body immediately fell limp under me.

I kneed the passenger's extended and it instantly snapped at the elbow. He cried out in pain, which was cut short when the bottom of my boot slammed against his face.

I remove my arms from around the driver and before I knew it, everything in the car was in the air and flying all over the place. My body jerked around as the car flipped, rolled and soared through the air.

My eyes snapped and everything was still. The car had stopped, but my head was still spinning.

I had a major head ache and my ears were still ringing as I peeked around. Everyone was still there and not moving. Was I out?

I moved closer to Neil's side of the car, and kicked the door open. It took a couple of kicks but by the third one the door popped open.

Crawling on my back over Neil, I fall out of the car and onto a pile of glass from the broken windows. The glass dug into the skin of my palms and ripped through my jeans.

My hands shot up to my aching head and there was blood.

Great.

My eyes land on a piece of glass as big as my palm. I snatch it up and start cutting away the tap, jerking it away from wrists and stood to my feet.

My head spun and the world began to tilt. I stumbled sideways and caught myself with the car. I need to get out of here, we're close to home and this place would be crawling with the gang members.

Just then rough hands grabbed me by the waist and yanked me back, nearly giving me whiplash. I land on a warm hard body that was sitting back in the car, "I don't think so, bitch."

I struggled against Neil, but he held me by the jaw and his arm was wrapped around my torso.

"You not getting away this time," I could feel his lips moving against my ear, giving me an even threatening vibe than the one already have.

I throw back my elbow as hard as I could, nailing him in the gut. He let go and quickly I jumped off, and dashed for it.

My head snapped back as I was tackled to the ground. Neil was on top of me, pinning me down to the ground and looking down at me with an menacing look. "We never go to have our fun, you know," he said pulling up the bottom of my shirt.

I squirmed and kicked, "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME," I screamed.

His hand wrapped around my throat, and brought his face just inches from mine. Being the reckless dumbass I am, I spit directly in his face and anger washed his face. His hand gripped my wrists tighter and his other hand released my shirt, curled into a fist which slammed across my face.

A white light flashed my eyes and stars danced across my vision. My cheekbone burned where he hit me, and the whole rest of the side of my face started to ache.

Then a sudden rage came over me and my blood boiled as I fight my leg free and kicked him in the spot that counts.

His eyes widen and he fell to his side wheezing. I got up off the ground, standing over Neil then began kicking him.

It was aimlessly, hitting him in the face, sides, chest, back, anywhere. Then I got down and started punching, this time I was aiming for the face. I didn't stop when the blood squatted from his nose, or when he became unconscious, but when his face and my began to crack open.

I sat over his limp body, too bewilder to realize what I've done. My breaths were heavy and fast. Adrenaline hit me hard.

I stood again, I need to bet out of here, and then I took off running.

Knowing it was a shitty idea, I knew exactly where to go.