Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
—
"So where exactly are we going?" I asked Dexter from the backseat. Yes, I was sat in the backseat while Alejandro sat in front and Dexter in the drivers, we literally argued about it for five minutes and then silence hit us all.
"Stop with the fucking questions Audrey." Dexter snarled, punching the steering wheel causing the car to beep. I was shocked at his sudden outburst as this was the only question I've asked throughout the whole car ride.
"Don't speak to her like that." Alejandro spoke up. I prayed to god this wouldn't cause a fight. I've noticed that Dexter has sudden bipolarity, probably got it from my bitch of a mother.
"Don't tell me what the fuck to do." Dexter spat out, making a turn. I sighed heavily as Alejandro gave me a 'sorry' look, as his jaw was clenched. I gave him an assuring smile before looking out the window, I couldn't help but notice a man wearing an anonymous mask dragging a lifeless body across the street.
Wait a minute.
"Stop the car!" I yelled just before Dexter had the chance to run over the body. Dexter hit the brakes as hard as he could causing us to push forward.
"Jesus fucking christ," Dexter muttered, breathing heavily as Alejandro gulped, glancing at my brother than at the rearview mirror at me, "Stay in the car, both of you." Dexter demanded.
"Nah nah, Let me come with." Alejandro spoke up, unlocking the door. Dexter nodded his head and ordered me to stay in the car and not move a single bone, as he got out the car, Alejandro following behind.
I crossed my fingers and prayed nothing bad would happen as I watched the now two important people get out the car and inspect the lifeless body. The masked guy I assume ran away, as he wasn't in sight anymore.
"Holy shit..." I heard Dexter gasp, which made me instantly get out of the car, and within a few seconds, it was my turn to gasp in horror.
Alejandro and Dexter stood there, over my fathers lifeless body.
