Choices

Chapter 66

So you've probably noticed my writing style and how I use things from GTA V like the car and alcohol names for example. I'm making like a little graphic, if you wanna call it that, of the cars that everyone owns as well as what they compare to in real life if it helps with anything! The song is Chop Suey by the band System Of A Down!

(Tylers POV)

I run to the nearest car that isn't being taken by the board of people and elbow the window. It breaks on impact and I unlock the door from the inside. I watch as Jordan gets Hope in the passenger seat of a black Revolter. I climb inside and see that the keys were so generously left in here. I start the car up and slam the door shut. I lean out the window and get a couple of shots in at his car before he was going in the opposite direction from the way he was parked. You're not getting away that easy fucking weasel.

My phone was ringing in my pocket as I started to quickly follow him. I yank it out and answer it, not bothering to see who was calling.

"Kinda busy right now saving Hope, what do you need?" I say as I pass the slow cars and start to catch up to Jordan.

"YOU'RE TELLING ME, THAT YOU LET HER OUT OF YOUR SIGHTS?! TYLER YOU HAD ONE FUCKING JOB! ONE SIMPLE FUCKING JOB AND YOU SOMEHOW FUCKED IT UP!" Evan screams at the other end of the call. I roll my eyes half tempted to hang up but don't.

"Well, you can yell at her when you see her here soon. She acted like he was the only person in the whole place and was throwing herself at him." I turn down the radio in the car as I go into the other lane of traffic to try and see if I'll get ahead of him faster.

"What the hell do you mean?! You know what forget about it, I'm getting ahold of Craig, maybe he's doing what he's supposed to do." The call beeped to an end.

I toss my phone over in the passenger seat as I get back to the right side of traffic, now closer to Jordan's car. I lean out of the window again and start shooting at his tires. I kept shooting until my mag ran out. I drift to a stop as I watch the car spin out of control to where it flipped over five times before finally hitting the guardrail. I'm dead, Evan's going to kill me himself, then Brian, then Craig, and the list just keeps going on.

I get out of the car and run over to the now smoking car. I open up the passenger door and see Jordan's head slumped against the airbag of the wheel. Hope slowly looks over at me as a huge cut is bleeding on her forehead from the broken glass, that's one person who's not going to kill me at least.

"Why did you do this... I love him." I lean into the car and unbuckle her seatbelt.

"Like hell you do. Quit the act, he's knocked out or luckily dead. We gotta get back to the warehouse before cops come." I grab underneath her thighs and pick her up and out of the car.

"Leave me, I have to see if he's alright." She turns her head to look back at the wreck.

"Hope, you're starting to piss me off, shut up." I carry her back to the stolen car and strap her in the passenger seat.

I tear off part of my sleeve and hand her the piece of fabric. I get back into the driver's seat and pull onto the highway to head back to the warehouse. She looks at the sun visor mirror as she wipes away the blood dripping down her face. She gets out my phone from underneath her and tosses it into my lap.

"How about a thank you for preventing you from getting kidnapped again." I glance over to her as she holds the fabric to the cut. She looks away from me ignoring what I said.

"I said how about a thank you," I say as I swat her shoulder. She looks over at me pissed as she hits me back.

"Are you blind?! I went willingly to him, WILLINGLY. I want to be with him, I don't want to be with anyone else but him!" She yells at me. I scoff and look back to the road.