I thought the last time I was forced to be in Pops' gang was bad.
I thought what he put me through was as bad as it could get.
I was wrong.
The past two weeks felt like five hundred years. I was exhausted from doing this with little to no sleep, while I simultaneously was growing a literal human in my belly.
I was starting to pop out to the point where it was really getting noticeable. I was absolutely terrified about that fact considering it would quickly become a target.
That was the worst thing that could happen.
Right now I was literally sprinting down an alleyway since someone was chasing me after a drug deal went wrong.
I apparently walked into a meeting that I wasn't supposed to be walking into.
This triggered them to start to chase after me which triggered me to kill one of them.
I was in a pretty fucked up situation.
"Fuck." I whispered as I tried to pull my keys out of my pocket while keeping myself armed.
"Get her." I heard someone say directly behind me, causing me to whip around and shoot him in the head.
The way he flopped back reminded me of the first time I killed someone.
I remembered how badly it hurt to betray myself like that. Now I felt nothing.
I was mindlessly killing people like Colby said I never would.
I even killed him.
Before I could really react to the dead body in front of me, I heard gunshots echoing from down the alleyway.
"Fuck me." I grumbled then kept running until I reached my car.
I quickly unlocked it, hearing more gunshots. All the adrenaline coursed through my veins as I started the car and sped down the road.
I felt horrible for putting the baby under so much stress but I was trying to keep myself as calm as possible.
I put my hand on my belly and looked out the rearview mirror, seeing someone was following.
"God damnit!" I hissed and took a sharp left turn, trying to keep the car in control. I wasn't the best at high speed chases like Colby was.
He was methodical and careful while driving at insane speeds and getting away from the bad guys.
I needed him now.
I started to panic slightly as the car got closer to me, ramming into me. "Fuck." I hissed and stepped on the gas.
The car followed closely for only a couple more seconds before it was swerving out of control.
"Thank god." I whispered and continued driving back to Pops' house.
I feel like I've been getting lucky when it came to these missions. Mostly because I haven't died when I probably should have a couple times.
Everything was still so scary though considering I didn't know when the end was.
I knew Pops was going to push me until I either broke or died. If we were being honestly I was close at this point.
I was close to giving up and just surrendering.
When I got back to the house I made my way inside and towards my room.
Pops was expecting me to come and report back to him but after the events that just occurred, I just wanted to be left alone.
