Street Racing (book 2 from Ride or Die)

Chapter 4

i make it to New York city sooner then i had planned, speeding helped with that.  I drove to Brian's apartment as fast as i could without the cops speeding after me. Brian was the only one out of the racing group that had there own place. Brian's day job was at the cafe and his night job was racing. i had been to his apartment a few times, but my love for Logan was to strong so me and Brian never became more then friends. i make it to Brian's apartment and parked under the building in the parking lot. i run upstairs to the third floor and pound on Brian's door. i pound and pound till he swung the door open. 

"Is he here?" i asked moving past Brian. Brian shut the door and locking it. i didn't watch him do it but i heard the lock. why would Brian lock the door. 

"he said you would be here." Brian spoke oddly. i turned around and looked at Brian. 

"what are you talking about?" i asked. i hear foot steps behind me. i slowly turn around and look the man in the eyes.

"John." i whispered and my heart sank. with a flash i remember the day i almost died. 

       ' i watched John pull the trigger hitting Logan in the arm. Logan yelled in pain, i was frozen in shock. i choked out Logan's name after i realized i had been shot also. i begged Logan to run. my dad asked him to run.'

after Logan ran had taken off my dad had arrested John for shooting an unarmed man and for missing and hitting me. part of me believed he missed on purpose. an officer doesn't just miss. there trained to kill, trained to hit someone in the chest. 

"Ellie? are you listening?" i shake my head coming back to reality. i look at John and then at Brian. 

"what is this then? the guy who shot me and the guy who i thought liked me are going to... what?" i look at them confused. John was dark short haired and dark eyes. he was pretty tall maybe 6'0 foot. the way John looked at me, there was nothing in his eyes. no care or hate, there was nothing. i slowly looked at Brian, he was scared. i looked at his hands, they were shaking. his eyes told me he was scared. "what's going on?" i asked looking at Brian. i started to worry more as i looked at John. "what do you want?" i asked between gritted teeth. he chuckled and sat on the couch. 

"the same thing i wanted 4 years ago. and i'll get it this time." i shouldn't have come here. i looked at Brian who was frozen in the kitchen by the sink, the other side of the island from me. 

"Logan was never here was he?" Brian shook his head, i had been lied to. i had been lied to by the one person i thought i could trust. 

"i want Logan and your gonna bring him here." i turn and look at John.

"he wont come. it's been 4 years, why would he come looking for me now?" i preyed he wouldn't come looking and preyed my dad would find me because i knew i wasn't going anywhere. i look at the front door. for a moment i think about running for it. would i make it? only one way to find out. i take off to the door only to get stopped as i hit the door. someone wrapped there arms around my chest and over my arms. i scream out for help. they put a hand over my mouth stopping me from screaming, i let my tears fall. why did i have to be so obsessed with Logan?

for the last 3 hours i was tied down to a chair and tape over my mouth. i stared and glared at Brian. he did this, he needed to feel guilty for this. John had left about half an hour ago for food and drinks. 

"would you stop staring at me?" Brian was freaking out. he was pacing in front of me. he stops and takes the tape off my mouth. "why are you staring at me?" he wanted to know, was he really that stupid?

"we were friends Brian. i thought we were friends." i glared. he looked away from me. he looked hurt. i pulled to ropes on my wrists. i pulled and twisted the best i could, even if it hurt me. it was so bad that the ropes dug into my skin making me bleed. 

"Ellie. hey stop." Brian went to his knees grabbing my wrists but i kept doing it. if he didn't like it then i wasn't going to stop. "ELLIE!" he was trying to make me stop, the bleeding got worse. finally i stopped at blood was pouring out my wrists and Brian calling the cops. i started to feel dizzy and sleepy. i had to try and stay awake long enough for them to get here. i couldn't die here and not like this. after Brian got off the phone he untied me. i had just enough muscle to head butt Brian and make a run for it the best i could. i make it to my car and start it. i get more dizzy the more i lose blood. i opened a vein in my wrists. i pull my shirt off and rip it in half and wrap up my wrists to help stop the bleeding and took off to the hospital.