Running Suivre l’histoire

"How long have we been running?" Tim asked while yanking off a twisted set of thorns from off his leg. Anne pressed her watch and a glow lit up a tiny section of the dark forest. "4:20 am." she said "It's been about two hours." Tim nodded, allowing himself to inhale and exhale. Small drops of blood dropped off his leg but he ignored the pain.

"That was scary as hell man." Anne said wiping away a tear. "I mean what kind of cop shoots another one?" Timothy looked over at Anne's worried expression. He just wanted to hold her, let her know everything would be okay but he couldn't. He didn't even know himself. He crossed his arms and swallowed. "Let's keep going." he muttered. "

"Why are we running? I mean can't we just throw the oxy out? Get another stash later?" Anne asked. Timothy shot her a look.

"Are you kidding me? If we drop it those other cops looking for us are going to find it and use it to track us." he kicked a stone "We'll sell it."

"Yeah it's worth a $20." Anne said.

They pushed the branches away, slapped away bugs and kept trudging through the forest floor. Tim's anger kept rising. He was just an amauter high school dealer. He didn't deserve this. His memory wandered...

Anne handed Timothy a $20. "That's $500 we got so far." she whispered to him. Tim handed a wild eyed, skittish teenager a bag. The boy snatched it and ran off like a rabid dog. Stupid people. Tim thought. Anne smiled. "I like the alley you picked behind the school." She looked at the graffiti. "There's character here." All the sudden, two police cars came wailing to the scene. Tim and Anne tried to run. "Hands in the air!" A woman officer yelled. Reluctantly, they both stopped and raised their hands. The second one got out the car and shot his partner. Blood went flying as the red headed woman hit the ground. "What the hell man?" Tim screamed as they started sprinting again. Unfortunately, the older man caught up too easily. The officer pointed a gun to them. "Hand me the money." he said. They backed up against the wall in disbelief. Finally, Tim threw him the wad of $500. The bills danced around the man as he smiled an evil smile. "That's all we made before you came youfreak!"Anne shouted. The officer picked up the bills off the broken sidewalk. "You girls stay good now." he grinned then he got back in the car and drove off.

Anne felt a root at her foot and tripped, her head hitting a rock. "Ow!" she cried. Tim snatched her up. "Shut up." he said. He pointed ahead. It was a town just a few feet away. Tim picked off a leaf from his sweater. "There's a Motel 8 over there. Looks cheap. Let's go!" Anne said. They shot through and made it to the lobby.

The door dinged as it opened. "Can I help you?" An older Asian man said. He adjusted the business cards and coffee cups. "Sure, we need a room." Anne said as she plopped down a credit card. He swiped without hesitation. "Where'd you get that?" Tim hissed. "My mom." she whispered. They reached the hotel room. There were two flimsy beds with the thinnest comforter imaginable with dressers and a TV with three channels. But it was better than nothing. Suddenly, Anne's cell phone rang. "I told you to toss that out!" Tim said with anger heating up his face. "Whatever." Anne huffed. She pressed the green button. She recognized the voice immediately. It was her exe's dad. A police.

"Anne don't hang up," he said "We've got cars coming to you but we saw the incident on the street camera. If you guys come in and answer all our questions, we'll forget all about the deal. All we need is your testimony." "You're liars." Anne hissed. The voice on the other line grew soft. "Anne, we're not lying to you. You're the only witness to this." Anne thought for a minute. "Who is it?" Tim growled. Anne tapped her fingers on the drawer then snatched the oxy out of Tim's pocket and flushed it down the toilet. "Hey! What are you doing? That's a $20!" he yelled. "You've got it." Anne said to the other line. "We're safe." she mouthed to Tim. "I'm never doing this again. We're going home."