Keia's POV
Oi! Some violent and shocking content is coming your way. More brain conflict that is also along the lines of suicide. Don't say I didn't warn you kids!
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I then remembered something. Jawson and Mustang!
I hadn't known those guys for more than ten minutes and they may have wanted to steal my stuff, but they were now in trouble because they were trying to help me.
I didn't know anything about them but by their ages and the fact they were willing to warn me, I can tell those were two guys who didn't deserve to be on these streets. They were good people at heart in the wrong situation.
I couldn't just leave them there to be killed.
I pulled away first. And whispered, "Jawson and Mustang. I have to save them."
" Who? "
"Two guys who found me lying here and warned me of getting kidnapped and sold to slave dealers. They were chased down the alley for telling me the Street Lord's business."
I turned around to run but Cyrus grabbed my hand.
"Keia, no. They are probably dead already. I can't lose you if you get hurt again." He said, with an earnest and pleading voice. Nothing like the one he used with his dimwit jock friends.
"You can't expect me to leave them," I defended.
" Keia, you almost got-got... " he struggled to say it. So he substituted. "Got hurt really, really badly. If you go back there you could get hurt again. " He felt he didn't need to finish his sentence.
"I'm sorry, Cyrus, but I have to," I ran away from him before he could finish. He was following me.
I stopped and picked up the knife that nearly ended my life. And then made a run for it down the alley where I heard laughing.
"Yeah, that's right. Douglas doesn't let anyone mess with him," one of the two thugs, who had a clean haircut and long, black beard.
He appeared to have just hit Mustang in his privacy area. He was on the ground in pain. As, the other repeatedly kicked Jawson in different places of his abdomen.
I had an idea that was quite simple. Sneak up on the guy who called himself Douglas and knock him unconscious.
I crept behind them and jumped onto Douglas' back. He fell forward and began get back up, but I had him locked in a wrestling position. I held his leg to reach the start of his head.
It was the perfect attack.
But then the other guy realised what was i doing and charged for me. My plan was to stab him but, suddenly, Cyrus tackled him from his hiding spot behind a garbage dumpster. They fell to the ground, rolling like a crocodile trying to drown its prey. Well, in a split second, the crocodile was Cyrus.
The guy I was attacking took the opportunity to shove me off him. He was atop of me but I wasn't done yet. I twisted his nose the way I learnt to when I did karate. He shrieked like a girl as I broke his nose. There was a river of blood seeping through and falling on my chest. He rolled off of me in agony. I quickly moved off and picked up my knife. I was just about to thrust it into the other thug's shoulder but he moved away and it went into Cyrus' upper arm.
"Good LORD!!!!"
" I'M SORRY! " I exclaimed and the thug took a shot at my hair. He grabbed it and stood up. The pain I felt was like a thousand needles sinking into my scalp.
"Little B-" he was about to say but was stopped by a brick hitting his head. It was Mustang, with a bruised eye and a bloody mouth indicating he had been hit in the face one too many times.
"Yeah that's what you get, nigga," he said in triumph as the thug collapsed, on top of Cyrus!
"Cyrus!" I screamed as I pushed the muscleguy off him. He was passed out.
"Oh, shoot. He's passed out," Mustang bluntly pointed out.
We heard some coughing in the background. It was Jawson, unable to get up.
"Arthur, help the guy to their fancy car." He said before he was engulfed in more coughs.
He lifted Cyrus ' upper body while I carried him by the legs. We placed him in the passenger seat of the Ferrari. It all seemed to be over.
Until we heard the unmistakable sound of police sirens in the distance. Every person on the Street Lord's crew's nightmare: getting caught.
"Oh sh** you two gotta go," said Mustang or real name Arthur.
"What about you and Jawson?"
"You already saved our asses, it's time you saved yours."
I nodded and got into the driver's seat. He came to my window.
"Almost forgot this," he said, holding out Cyrus' gun. "I'll tell the good ones that you're still alive, Janelle." The sirens got louder.
"How do you know my second name?" I asked.
" We all know you girl. The one with the mark. " he pointed to my hair.
Before I could respond, he sprinted away.
I panicked. I had never driven a car before. I never got my license. I don't even know how to work this thing!
But thank God for adrenaline.
Before I could know what I was doing, I had already taken off. Driving through the highway at a slow pace, but the closer the sirens, the faster I got. The highway was practically empty so I got to roar through the road, crunching miles like they were nothing.
If the world had a speed limit, I would have died by then.
The windows were opened and my hair was flying. I looked so cool. Too bad Cyrus was passed out, this would have looked totally badass for the class nerd. The sirens slowly softened in the distance. Either the cops gave up, they were never chasing me in the first place or they found that I was just some busy civilian driving my brilliant sports car like a maniac.
My brain just said, "Whatever! Keep Driving! Whooho!!"
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