Who Am I?

Chapter 6 : Erica's POV

"So you're telling me she's kidnapped?" He looks at me surprised. "Yeah, apparently she sent a text to a person before she disappeared". He checks his phone just in case it was sent to him. "Oh shit" he says. "What?" I ask looking over at his phone. I'm not even shocked anymore, I'm shooketh. "I swear I didn't see this, I'm so sorry Erica. I was drinking with the guys" and he just started weeping. Now I see what loyalty is because if he didn't care, he wouldn't have been crying. "Haroon, we have to find her" I say. "I know but we can't work together, your brother might kill me" he says in fear. I thought he didn't fear anyone, "But why fear my brother though? He's not a thug" I say with a smile. He still looked shocked as he stared at me for I have no idea what reason. "I'll go talk to my guys about it later, how 'bout we go in my whip and I'll get you something to calm your nerves?" He suggests. "Yeah sure, we can head off to Starbucks, my treat" I say. "Ok but then I gotta get back to the trap house" he says and I'm just going with it 'cause I got nothin' to do and Eric probably thinks I'm a good girl sitting at home watching Netflix with our neighbour's cat. We get into his ride and as we pull out the docks I see Eric at Skate Park. "Oh shiiiiiittt" I say and duck. Haroon must've freaked cause he threw his huge ass blanket over me and covered my legs too. Then he put something fkn heavy on top of me. I heard the window pull down so I guess Eric's friends pulled him over. "Hey guys, wsup" Haroon says in a confident voice. "Quit playin' kid, your whole crew will die soon. Be careful" one of the guys blurted out. "Eyyy get the fuck away from that muhfucker", that's Eric's voice, "you better stay the fuck away from my sister nigga or you gonna die. I know y'all took my girl and I'm gonna murder you when I find my sister at your trap nigga I swear". I heard the rage in his voice. Then gunshots.
***pow - pow***
"Shit it's the cops!" Someone shouted and I'm just here freaking out thinking imma lose my brother too. I try to get up but Haroon pulled out and got away through Dock Side in case peeps got busted by the cops. A number of vehicles followed by and so did the cops.

I was scared as hell. Haroon put the weight placed on me backseat and the blanket to. "Buckle up, we in shit" he says. I do as his told and lay low. "Your brother finna be ayt" he tells me. "I hope so" I say. "He never gets busted, that's one thing I admire about him" he adds. I'm just sitting there wondering what the hell he's talkin' 'bout. Haroon pulls up the windows. It's tinted black and I love it. When we reach the end of docks, we make a U-turn back into Summerstrand. He drifted real hard the car almost flipped on my side. Thank God he used to be a Drift King otherwise I'd rather get busted by Eric than the cops "No ice cream?" I joked. He just stared at me and I kept shut. The robot shot red but he overtook it and now we've got even more cops on our ass. I give him a oh-wow-what-the-actual-fuck look. "I had no choice, besides my leader will fuck me up" he said. "Call the trap for me". I did as he's told so I scroll in his contacts and tap "Trap" and it goes straight into the call menu. "Yo" said a voice. "YO MAN I NEED BACKUP NOW!! TRACK ME" shouted Haroon in panic, "Yo man don't trip you got this, I'm on it" said the voice and hung up. I swear I felt bad for Haroon. It's all my fault. From a distance I saw that shit was 'bout to hit the fan. I checked the radar and had a mini panic, "Haroon, road block on third avenue" I warn, so he dragged harshly into 2nd avenue.

When we drove past the traffic circle, his homiies showed up in their rides coming from third Avenue at the back. Haroon pulled out his walkie talkie and says "Got all eyes on us, over". "Head to the trap house, they won't follow" someone spoke back. "Ayt" he responds. "I'll get you home real safe, I promise" he says and drives into Skegness road. When he was about to make a turn into 5th Avenue, everything went blank.