Crash
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We were desperate. Yeah, that's why we did it, I told myself.
Of course, that couldn't be further from the truth. The fear in their eyes as we held the guns up to their simple-minded skulls. We enjoyed it, all too much.
Money and drugs were usually the issues at that point in time, but this time we went too far. This time we really fucked it up. I knew that by the look on his face, he was pissed.
"Harry just - settle down."
"Settle down?! Do you know what the fuck we just did?"
"Harry I-"
"We have to go Carmen. Now. We have to go somewhere nobody can find us."
He grabbed my wrist, as we ran to the car, making sure not to leave any evidence.Still, there was no denying the flash in his eyes, the thrill...But to fully explain how it happened to you, I have to go back. Back to where it started or began really. Back to when I first met him, and everything crashed.
Warning; If you are not comfortable with the topics of drugs, profanity, sex, or murder this story is not for you. Other than that enjoy! Also, this story will be soundtracked to The 1975, and if you need a better vision of what Carmen is like look up the song Carmen by Lana Del Rey xx
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