CHAPTER SIXTY

There were neatly lined cans of soup on the shelf. He could make a run for it.

When I was close enough, I gazed over at Jason, knowing what I was thinking. He nodded, letting me take the lead. "Hurry the fuck up, I don't have all day!"

He kept eyeing the door. If at any moment he'll get caught by the cops red handed, and here they don't ask questions, they shoot first.

The woman behind the cash opened the drawer, taking out the bills, fifties, twenty's, tens and fives, tears soaking her cheeks, hiccuping her panicked sobs.

I stood up and grabbed him into a headlock. Any wrong move. I could break his neck with one twist of my arm, if inevitable.

The man tried to free himself from my grasp, cashier was screaming and cowering with her hands protecting her head.

He shot off the gun twice missing me by a quarter of an inch and the second just whizzed past the cashier's head as the glass casing behind her smashed into splintering shards everywhere, she screamed in fear and pain when glass penetrated her back.

He put the gun in the man's temple. His brown eyes showed his fear, begging for his life. “Please don't-…”

And I attempted to stop him before he made the shot. "Hold,-" I didn't have enough time to speak. He pulled the trigger with a loud bang and I blinked at the flash of the shot of the bullet. Jason shot off half his head.

His blood, as well as his brain, exploded, spraying over me, the counter and the cashier, making me sick to my stomach.

I dropped him, and he slugged to the floor.

“Oh my god, oh god.” She kept repeating the same thing.

I was stunned by what Jason had just done, not that I'm not used to seeing people die in my arms, just shocked it was Jason who pulled the trigger.

I stared at the body, wet, crimson blood turned to a puddle at my feet, standing stagnant, the cashier let out an earth rattling scream, not from the pain or fear of the man who held the gun against her, but of Jason, He killed him.

The cashier was cowering as I looked at the clock. She is so shaken with her eyes open wide. “You’re okay, you're safe. We aren't going to hurt you.”

She didn't look at me. Stuck in her own terror, I went around the counter, placing a hand on her shoulder, startling and nearly jumping out of her own skin.

meanwhile Jason looked satisfied, staring at the ten millimeter handgun in hand, a job 'well done', checking the clip to see how many bullets that are left inside, putting it in his sweater pocket.

We had vaguely ten minutes before the cops showed up, and I know the possibilities of what will happen next.

"We have to go." I choked out, I stood up and left her in a fetal position with blood splatter on her face and clothing, terrified to move a muscle.

Jason threw her a wad and cash on the counter to cover the expenses for the gas and snacks. "You keep the change. Sorry for the mess."

She stared at the wad of cash, shaking so badly I felt guilty just to leave her alone, but we had no time to console her. Now we have to leave.

"Call the police but don’t tell them we were here." I say, as I passed her the corded phone that sat on the other side of the counter, and took it, still shivering from adrenaline and placed it on her lap and shook as she picked up the receiver and put it to her ear as she dialed 911.

We spun and walked out the door and didn't look back at all the snacks and drinks in our arms and pockets, opened the car door and I started the ignition and pumped on the gas. Jason barely had time to get into the car as we floored it back onto the highway.

The door slammed shut as he positioned himself better in the passenger's seat.

I picked up a piece of Kleenex and wiped the splatter from my face.

"It's been a while since I had a gun in my hands. I forgot how good it feels." He laughed, but I stayed quiet. I'm too busy watching behind us to make sure no other cops came from behind.

"That was a really risky move, and now they are going to want our heads for murder." I say, not slowing down.

"That guy was the one with the gun. He was robbing the gas station." He said, cleaning off the gun barrel with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Not anymore. You took the gun. Now it looks like he was just murdered in a gas station." I explained as I drove around a curve on the highway.

"Shit." Jason said, quickly placing the gun inside the glove department and shutting it tight.

I looked into the rearview mirror as two cop cars drove up behind us and I noticed the bloody Kleenex was still in my hand, not that it matter since my shirt was still completely soaked with it.

I bit my lower lip anxiously as I slowed down and went into the next lane to see if they would pass like the last one was, but when the cars also trickled into the next lane as well, the feeling of nervousness was creeping up into my throat.

I looked at Jason with the look of we are so screwed, but also with a bit of malice as I slowed to a stop and so did they.

I waited a moment, and the men got out of their cars and started towards ours. When they got close enough, I stepped harshly on the gas and the tires heated and squealed while protesting to move, but took off with a head start.

Dust flew up into the air, and I watched them choke on dust and gasoline smoke.

"I tried to stop you dude, I really fucking tried. You had a hint of craziness in your eye when you blew that guy's head off. What the hell were you thinking?" I ranted on as I felt the steering wheel protest from the directions I was turning it, swerving in and out of the other cars, trying not to hit them.

That's when Jason's phone rang. The first person to come to mind was Chloe.









Chloe’s P.O.V

'Come on, pick up the phone.' I repeated as each slow antagonizing phone rang.

It clicked with the sound of wind and a hollered, "Hello?" On the other side, my brother answered.

"Can you pass Colby the phone? Something happened." I say.

"Uh, well." I heard Colby telling him to put me on speaker.

"Hey what's going on?" The sound of wind was breaking up his speech.

"The cops were here. They are looking for you to join them to find the twins." I asked. The sound was hurting my ears.

"Well, they found me, but I don't think I was the ones they were looking for!" He yelled over the phone, it sounded accusing.

Colby's P.O. V

I tightened my hands on the steering wheel as a bitter laugh escaped my lips.

"What are you talking about? Why else… what did you do?" She questioned.

"Why do you assume it was 'me' that did anything? Oh, no, this was all your brother. This time he’s crazy." I half-joked as I tried to twist and turn through more traffic as police sirens sounded louder and louder.

"What did he do?" Chloe asked, sounding defeated.

“A gas station was being robbed, so I shot the guy.” Jason called over the whistling wind. I questioned if she had hung up.

"Out of all situations, you had to choose today to be a hero? My babies are in danger and you're messing around murdering people?" Chloe lectured him, and the dominance that she portrayed made me feel hot and bothered. She is as hot as fire and as cold as ice.

"You know I love talking to you, but I need to get these fuckers off my ass." I admitted, not wanting to hang up, but she was distracting as the police sped up and they were on my ass.