Ride or Die {L.T}
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  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 7m
Ongoing, First published Feb 09, 2022
Mature
Harper's sitting shotgun in a sleek sports car. The streets of Los Angeles blur past. 

Over the engine, Harper can hear her heart pounding in her chest. Harper glances in the sideview mirror at the cop cars right on their tail. 

"Harper!...Harper!" A voice calls out. 

Harper turns to the car driver, his piercing blue eyes locked with hers. 

"I'm gonna have to do something a little risky. Do you trust me?" The man asks. 

"Trust you? I barely know you!" Harper exclaims. 

The speedometer ticks past 100 miles an hour. The driver takes Harper's hand. 

"It's now or never, Harper. Do you trust me?" 

"I..." 

Harper tries to answer, but she just keeps thinking one thing over and over... 

This is not how she expected her eighteenth birthday to go.
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