Chapter Twenty|| OH NAW
Isaiah
On Friday's, I'd usually make my way towards my cousin's house on the other side of town.
I'd take a certain bus that would drop me a block away from his house, in front of this creepy building.
I had never known what the building was used for, or the people who inhabited it, I just walked passed it, trying to ignore it as best as possible.
You know, until I heard someone screaming.
At first, I ignored the voice and just thought of taking my bitch ass out of there as soon as possible.
But when I heard the voice again, I realized it was Sawyer's. Either that or I was just fucking insane. But it wouldn't hurt to look.
I managed to sneak in and- as I had imagined -found Sawyer laying on the ground, wounded.
"Oh, nawww," I muttered to myself.
A side of me wanted me to run out of there and another side, my heroic side, wanted to go at the bitch who had just shot her/him? Whatever.
A familiar face walked in shortly- I really couldn't remember his name.
They talked, I didn't really give a fuck. I mean, he was here to help her, right? I just needed to make my way out of here without getting spotted.
Yeah, well, luck fucked me over and the bitch ended up pulling the gun on both Sawyer and the other guy.
If I let both of them die I'll never be able to live with myself.
I sighed and shook my head. Fuck my heroism.
I grabbed a nearby chair, ran up to the man and rammed it onto his head.
"Get her out of here, dumbass," I growled once I realized that that bitch ass fucker wasn't moving.
We nodded at each other and then I smiled at Sawyer.
"Stay alive, Sawyer! You still owe me that favor!"
The man stood up and smirked at me while he cracked his knuckles.
I was really going to regret this shit.
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Sam
"16 year old female, gunshot wound on her lower abdomen, bloodloss, ruptures to the body's-"
A tall blond woman stopped me and shook her head.
"This is as far as you go, hun," she said as she smiled at me warmly.
"I need to know what happens to her, she can't die, please," I stammered, I could feel a ball on my throat and I couldn't breathe.
"She's your girlfriend?" The woman asked.
"Yes," I stated, even though it wasn't remotely true.
"The only way you can help your girl out right now is by telling everything you know to the cops," she said, "they'll be here any minute."
I nodded and wiped the rebel tears that had escaped.
"Oh, and don't worry about contacting the parents, babe, Nancy already called the mom," she said.
"Thank you," I murmured.
I rolled my eyes once she left.
Stupid bitch.
I dialed Mark's number on my cell phone and after three rings, he picked up.
"Hello?"
Mark was the guy in charge of cleaning up all of our messes, he was fucking good at it too.
"Where are you?" I asked.
He sighed and I could picture him in my head rubbing his bald head. "Cleaning up finger prints and any blood for Coen. There's also a kid on the floor, I don't know if he's breathing or. . . " he trailed off.
"I called the cops about twenty minutes ago, make sure to get any of my finger prints and Sawyer's blood off the floor. Get the fuck out of there before they get there."
I needed all signs of Coen and me knowing each other wiped away. I was going to kill that fucker so he would never lay hands on Sawyer ever again.
"Will do!" He exclaimed before hanging up.
But for now, I needed to come up with a story so that I could tell the cops.
Sawyer
"Take the drugs, Sawyer, don't be a pussy," the bear invited evilly.
"Oh, no, no, Mr. Bear, I don't do drugs," I smiled as I anxiously waited.
I don't know who the fuck I was waiting for or why I was fucking waiting.
The purple colored teddy bear smirked at me. "You should at least try them before you die," he said.
This caught my attention for sure.
"Die?" I inquired.
He nodded and smiled at me. This was one freaky bear.
"Yes, you're dying," he stated carelessly, "Why do you think that bitch ass fucker is staring at us?"
I turned to where the bear was pointing, and saw a regular looking guy walking over with a list.
"Who is that?" I whispered to the bear, making sure that the man didn't hear me.
"I'm Death, sweetheart," Death answered as he frantically looked through his list.
"Ha, nice try, if you were really Death, you'd have the black robe and that stick," I chuckled. Amateur.
"That's really stereotypical, Sawyer Collins," he said.
"How do you-"
"Death knows all," the bear finished with a grin.
What the fuck.
"Yep, here you are, Sawyer Collins," Death murmured, "Look, there's another guy coming in, Sam? You know him? Yeah, well, he's going to die in a few days but you can stop it," he said.
"So, in order to save me the trouble of coming to this town twice and filling double the paper work, I'm going to let this one slide," Death continued.
I furrowed my brows. "Thanks?"
The teddy bear glared at Death. "What the hell, Oliver, I thought you weren't gonna let bitches slide anymore!" He growled.
"Shut the fuck up, Ted, we both know the only reason you're here is because dad felt bad for you and didn't want you slobbering all over the house."
Ted narrowed his eyes. "Our lord and savior Satan feels no remorse for anyone! Not even his sons!" He exclaimed.
He looked at me with a look that said this is what I have to deal with everyday and snapped his fingers.
"Have fun for the next 70 years!" I heard him say before my senses all came back.
I started to feel a throbbing pain on my stomach and I could hear a bunch of people screaming, rolling me somewhere.
"You're going to be okay,Miss Collins! We're going to operate on you! You're in good hands now," A doctor lady exclaimed at me.
Okay, bitch, you don't got to yell.
"Give her the sedative now, Wilson!"
Great.
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