My Ride or Die

Chapter 39

Hunter

I felt the sharpest pain on my side and turned around to see Chris with his pocket knife. Brandon took my gun as punched Chris and knocked him out again.

Brandon pointed the gun to my face.

The police were outside.

"Son, we need you to open the door!," they shouted. "GET THE FUCK OUT!", Brandon screamed.

"IF ANYONE WALKS IN, I'LL KILL EVERY MOTHERFUCKER IN HERE!", he said with a crazed look in his eye. "Brandon, you only want me. Let Jenny and Caleb leave. Jenny is sick. At least let her go to the hospital."

He scratched his head while still pointing the gun to me.

"Son, come on. Let the girl leave. We have an ambulance outside for her. Just let us come in and take her out."

"Ok, ok. Fine. BUT ONLY THE PARAMEDIC!"

The officer backed away from the door and brought the paramedic in. He put a blanket over Jenny's exposed torso and picked her up and put her on a gurney.
He then dragged all the other knocked out goons outside and just Brandon and I were left inside.

CALEB!

"Brandon, Caleb is still here. Please, let's just calm down."

"YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! I AGREED TO JENNY. FUCK CALEB!"

"He's just a kid, Brandon!", I said.

Brandon cocked his gun right at my forehead. "I'll blow your fucking brains out, I don't care."

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Brandon's eyes immediately went to it as he picked it up and put it on speaker phone.

"I don't have anything to talk to you about," he said.

"Calm down. Now, I know you didn't want it to go this far," the officer said on the phone.

There were the sounds of helicopters all over the neighborhood.

"My son! My son!", Jenny's stepmother said through the phone. "Please, Brandon! Just put the gun down!", she begged. "SHUT THE FUCK UP MOM!", he shouted.

She began to cry. "Please, then just let Caleb out. Keep that guy. But let Caleb live."

"She's right, Brandon. You have me. I'm all yours. You got beef with me that I stole Jenny, right? Then kill me. Just let Caleb go. You've already hurt him enough mentally. Just let him go," I tried to reason.

Brandon opened the closet door and pulled the crying Caleb out. He kicked Spike and shut the door. And he pushed Caleb into my arms.

"You ok, kiddo? You alright?", I asked as I kissed his hair. He shook his head and clung onto my knees.

Brandon cocked his gun and forced Caleb and I to turn around and pushed the gun on our backs to make us walk out.

"Move," he said. I opened the front door and shouted, "Caleb and I are coming out! Don't shoot!" I put my hands up and walked down the steps.

Outside were tons of sniper-men all over roofs and ladders pointing their guns at us, waiting for a perfect opportunity.

So, I decided to make it their day.

I immediately elbowed Brandon in the face and blocked his gun from hitting my torso and I heard the officer shout, "TAKE HIM OUT!!!"

...

BOOM

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He was down. Brandon's mother screamed in horror. I immediately picked up Caleb and hid his face into my shoulders and kicked the gun away from Brandon's hands.

The police ran over and inspected him. He was dead alright. They put Caleb in an ambulance and put a blanket around him. I hugged him and kissed his forehead. "Where's sissy?," he asked as he dried his tears. "She's ok," I reassured. "She's alright. Don't worry." I rubbed his forehead and got on the ambulance.

We did it, Jenny. We're ok. You're alright, baby. You'll be ok. I'll see you soon.