VICIOUS

103.

I walk back into the small corridor, looking around to see which way I'm supposed to go. I took a risk by killing Priscilla, because I did it in a fucking prison. If someone arrests me, it's game over. 

But I won't let that happen. 

"We have to get out," Brandon says as he walks up to me. I nod in agreement.

We enter a bigger corridor and I look to my left and to my right. I don't know this place and I didn't pay attention to the entrance. Right when I'm about to open my mouth to say something, several policemen run out of a room, coming our way. They carry guns with them, aimed at us. With widened eyes, I look at the men as I stumble on my feet to turn around and run away. 

Why do I let my emotions take over when something overwhelms me? Why did I come here in the first place? Why do I constantly make these stupid fucking decisions? Why am I so fucking reckless? 

I made a huge mistake.

A hand grabs mine and pulls me with him, in the opposite direction.

"We can't waste any time," Brandon says and that's when I realize he's the one who's holding my hand. "My car is parked closer to the exit, we take that one."

It sounds like he won't listen to me if I protest, so I just nod in agreement and start running even faster. An alarm can be heard in the distance and it seems like we're coming closer to the blaring sound. But right when we're about to enter the big hallway, one of the police officers comes closer to me, making me trip on the floor. 

"Fuck," I wince when I fall on the ground. To get away in time, I immediately try to get back to my feet. But the police officers are faster and duck onto me, grabbing my arms so I can't fight back. I try to wrestle myself out of their grasp, but I fail. They make me stand up straight and I watch how Brandon stops in his tracks when he realizes I'm not holding his hand anymore. 

With a confused expression, he turns around and his dark eyes widen when he sees that they caught me. He stands there, in the middle of the corridor, not knowing what to do. And I can promise you that those feelings are mutual. 

''You told us you'd let her go if she went to see her therapist,'' He finally speaks up. His eyes move from mine to the policemen holding me. 

''Sadly, she misbehaved by murdering her,'' One of them replies in anger. ''We have no choice but to arrest her.'' 

''She might even get the death sentence,'' An officer in the back chuckles. 

Brandon cocks his head to the side and lets out a small chuckle. ''I will not allow that,'' He says and he takes a few steps closer, taking out his phone. ''You have two options. Either you let her go, or I will send my men after you.'' 

One of the men behind me scoffs. 

''Just because we've been under the radar for the past few months, doesn't mean we can't kill you and easily get away with it,'' Brandon says. ''You know how big Oblivion has become. Everyone knows that you shouldn't fuck with us. At this point, Oblivion is about to control everything.'' 

It stays silent and it's clear that the men aren't sure what to do next. Which is perfect, because it gives me the oppurtunity to fight back. 

In one movement, I pull myself out of their arms, immediately turning around to hit them. The man standing the closest to me receives a punch against his nose as I kick him in the stomach. His back hits the wall next to him and he groans in pain. 

Without hesitation, Brandon joins the fight as he begins to punch his way through the two men standing in front of him. I take out my gun and shoot the guy that lays on the floor. 

One down. Five to go. 

The rest of the fight isn't that special. The police officers receive punches and kicks and we receive punches and kicks. 

But right when I'm about to kill the last guy, he falls down on his knees, his hands up in the air. 

''Come on, man,'' He says. I aim my gun at him, my index finger on the trigger, ready to pull it and end his life. 

''I have a husband and I don't want to leave him,'' The policeman pleads. He seems desperate. ''We're about to adopt a child together, please. Show some mercy...''  

''Should've thought about that before you started working here,'' Brandon says. With his right hand, he grabs the gun out of my hands and shoots the guy. His lifeless body falls right in front of us on the floor and Brandon and I look down at it. 

''We have to go,'' He says and he grabs my hand again, pulling me with him. Compared to the strong grasp of the cops, I actually like Brandon's strong grip on my hand. 

With big steps, we march through the big entrance hall. Everyone who's in there, mainly visitors and cleaners, has raised their hands and softly shaking their heads while they plead in a quiet voice. We both ignore them and keep walking, until we have arrived outside. 

Brandon hands me my gun and I put it back in its holster, softly chuckling under my breath. ''I didn't expect such big talks from you,'' I say, teasing him. 

He rolls his eyes and it's clear that he's tired. ''You could also thank me,'' He says in a harsh voice as he begins to walk towards his car. 

''Thank you,'' I say in a sarcastic voice. ''I had a lovely time here.'' 

''Fuck you.'' He opens the door of his car and sits down in the driver's seat with a frustrated groan. 

I grin and walk his way. ''You'd love that, wouldn't you?'' I lean on the open door of the car and look at him. 

''If you handn't thrown such a tantrum at that stupid lady, we could've just walked out without any problems,'' He says, raising his voice. ''But of course you had to get mad and all emotional about that fucking past of yours, while you and I both know that it's your own goddamn fault all of that shit happened to you.'' 

My face turns blank and I stand up straight again. Is he actually being serious?

''Glad to know that these are your thoughts about what has just happened,'' I say, struggling to find the right words. ''I'm going to drive around for some time, sorting out my thoughts. Meanwhile, you can go fuck yourself.'' 

The words roll quickly out of my mouth and I slam the door of his car shut. Right after I walked away from him, he opens the door again and steps out of the vehicle. 

''Taylor, no! I didn't mean it. I'm just- I'm just tired, okay?'' 

''That's not an excuse to talk shit like that,'' I shout back. I can't believe we're arguing in a parking lot. I hear him running after me, his voice coming closer and closer. 

''Please just listen to me,'' He tries again. ''Sometimes I say things that I didn't mean and that aren't true. You know I'm wrong, just admit it.'' 

I turn around and stare at his hopeless expression. It looks like he means it. 

Look, I'm not the type of person who forgives people with ease but I really can't do this at the moment. So don't fucking hate me for what I'm about to do, just accept it. 

''I can't do this right now,'' I mumble, but loud enough for him to hear. ''Just don't say shit like that in moments like this, understood?'' 

I'm a hundred percent sure that my voice sounds broken at the moment, but I couldn't care less. His face lights up and he quickly nods, walking over to me. With his hands, he cups my cheek, kissing me on the lips. 

''It has been a tough day for both of us, so I really don't want to fight with you,'' He whispers. I nod in agreement and softly pull myself out of the grasp of his hands. 

''I'll be back by this evening, but I need some time alone,'' I say. 

I really just want to disappear for a little while. 

Maybe even forever.