Brooklyn was pacing back and forth, his body unable to rest as he waited for Harper and Jack to come back.
He was biting his nails anxiously, tapping his foot impatiently as he walked over the dimly lit room.
Harper woke him and Sonny up in the car, hurrying to shove some cash at them as he told them to rent a room for the four of them.
Once Sonny and him were out of the car, Harper drove away, not really explaining what the fuck was happening.
Now, the pair could only mindlessly wait while wondering where the hell did the other two go. Brooklyn could see Sonny was also fidgeting on his seat, clearly worried and anxious.
It was almost two and half hours since Harper left, and Brooklyn was at at his wit's end. He could see Sonny was too, now biting his fingernails in apprehension.
To unwind themselves, Brooklyn decided to grab the remote and turn the television on, the electronic device broadcasting some local news channel.
A reporter flashed through the screen, stating, "...the prime suspect from a heinous crime that happened a few weeks ago has finally been identified."
Sonny's head lifted up, Brooklyn uncaring of the report, almost clicking the button to change the channel, but the raven stop him.
"The murder of the twenty-five-year-old Rye Beaumont was finally discovered through the kitchen knife found buried on the victim's back garden." Sonny's breath caught up on his throat. "The fingerprint from the murder weapon matched with the twenty-two-year-old man named Ryan Roberston, who was one of the victim's house cleaner."
Broolyn's eyes widened, glancing at Sonny who was agape at the screen. He asked, "Sonny, why is your face flashed in there?"
The raven did not reply, he begun shaking---his breath coming as short and rapid, his hand clutching over his chest.
The other was having a panic attack, Brooklyn quickly rushing over Sonny's side. He killed the television, telling the other to deeply inhale and exhale.
Once he noticed that Sonny's irises were out of focus, he gently tapped the other man's face, darting the other's gaze to his own, "Sonny, eyes on me and listen to me. We're on a motel right now and you're with me."
"'I'm with Brooklyn Wyatt and I'm safe.' Repeat that for me please." Brooklyn whispered to the other man, repeating the sentence like a mantra until the raven heard it.
Sonny muttered it weakly back at him and he smiled, "That's it, babe, just repeat it louder and clearer."
"I'm with B-Brooklyn Wyatt...and I'm s-safe."
"That's perfect, Sonny. You're doing great. Just keep going."
Sonny kept repeating the words until his breath finally came back to normal. Brooklyn heaved a sigh of relief once the other finally calmed down.
Once Sonny was driven out of his panicked reverie, the raven held on to Brooklyn's hand, intertwining them together. "Thank you, Brooky."
Brooklyn grinned, appreciating the other's affectionate gesture.
A few minutes later, they heard quick, loud knocks on the room door and a familiar yell, "It's us, open up."
Brooklyn quickly stood up, opening the door to the sight of Harper and Jack with new clothes and a looted backpack in tow.
"We have to get out of here now." Harper spoke, glancing outside before closing the door. "Sonny was being hunted by the police and they'll probably hunt me and Jack soon."
Brook raised a questioning brow, "Why?"
"Explaining's for later. For now, let's go."
They wasted no time as they all went out of the motel room, checking out by the counter.
They rushed to the parking lot, Brooklyn glancing around in confusion, "Where's the car?"
Harper and Jack did not respond, searching over the parked cars and approaching a black Audi van.
Harper got a thin metal stick out of the bag, inserting it into the car window and picking the lock.
A few seconds later, they heard a click and it unlocked, Harper opening the door to the driver's seat.
"Here's our car, hop on." Jack quickly went over to the shotgun seat, after Harper managing to open the other door locks through messing with the hot wires.
Brooklyn and Sonny were absolutely dumbfounded, not sure how and when the other could do that, but Jack told them to hurry up.
The gawking pair instantly went inside, Harper kicking the gas pedal as they drove away to the dusky sky.
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some strong bronny here and yasss, now sonny is being hunted by the popo ✋😔 what'd you reckon happens now? 🤭
P.S. THE XANNY COVER FCKED ME UP WITH FEELS, HOW ABOUT U? 👊😔
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CLOUD NINE // sarcklyn (OT4) ✔
أدب الهواة"Where are you guys heading anyways?" Sonny's mind also begun to wonder, even he has no idea where Harper and Jack were going. He somehow got caught up to their car adventure, not knowing what the pair's goal actually was---all he knows was the two...
