7 Escape from Hell

(Kelly's pov)

"Hey, are you okay?"

I opened my eyes and saw him. The huge guy in the white shirt. The one who had looked at me with pity and regret.

He had a gun in his hand and a bullet wound in his shoulder. He had come back for me.

He killed all seven of Rashad's men. They were lying on the floor, blood everywhere.

He came towards me and reached out his hand.

"Come on," he said. "Let's get out of here."

The young, handsome, bald, headed man smiled at me and I felt something stir in my chest. He seemed to want to save me, but from the look on his face and the way he stretched forth his hand to touch me slightly, trying not to get too much connection with my body, I could tell that he was afraid of Rashad.

"It's okay," he said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Daniel. I'm one of your man's loyal boys"

"Okay, and who are those other guys on the floor?"

"I guess we will leave that to Rashad to find out who they are."

He said, helping me stand up he wrapped his arm around my waist. I felt his warmth and his strength. He smelled like gunpowder and sweat.

We walked towards the door, and he was pulling his phone out of his pocket. I guess he wanted to call Rashad.

But before we could reach the door, we heard a loud bang. The door flew open and Rashad entered. He had a furious expression on his face and an AK-47 in his hands.

He saw the bodies on the floor and his eyes widened. Then he saw me with Damil and he roared.

"YOU!" he shouted. "YOU TRAITOR! YOU BASTARD! YOU DID THIS!"

Before thinking twice, he pulled the trigger, which let out a bullet that went straight into the forehead of Daniel.

Daniel fell to the ground, blood gushing from his head. I screamed and ran to him. I knelt beside him and held his hand. He was still alive, but barely.

"Daniel, Daniel, please don't die," I sobbed. "Please, please, please."

He looked at me with his fading eyes and smiled weakly.

Rashad was like "what the hell? Kelly, leave that man, he is a traitor". He pulled me off Daniel and said, "Let him die."

Immediately, I raised my head to challenge him, but when I saw the stern look on his face, my mind flashed back to the scene I had just witnessed and I became numb as I cried. Daniel was still lying on the floor, his eyes closed and his blood staining the carpet.

Rashad grabbed my arm and dragged me to his car.

"Come on, let's leave here at once."

He drove fast and recklessly, ignoring the coming and going vehicles on different lanes of the road and the horns of other cars. He seemed to be in a rage, his eyes red and his veins bulging.

I was scared. I didn't know what he was going to do to me. I didn't know if I was in good hands now with the way his face looked.

I thought about Daniel. I wondered if he was really dead.

I could clearly see the veins coming out of Rashad's skin as his hands were fixed on the steering wheel. He didn't smile. He didn't say a word. He just drove on, like a madman.

I didn't know where he was taking me. So I sat in the back seat of his lambo terrified.

While he was driving too fast and recklessly, the cops came chasing us from behind. They had noticed his car speeding and weaving through traffic. They turned on their sirens and lights and with the phone they ordered Rashad to pull over.

But Rashad didn't stop. He increased his speed and tried to lose them. He passed by a bush and parked his car behind it and ran out with his gun which he hid behind a tree.

He left me alone in the car. I was still terrified, and there was no chance to escape, because I knew that if I ran to the police they would hold me as an accomplice.

Rashad came back fast enough and drove away. He was a little distant from the cops, but they were still following him. Again, with the cops phone and their sirens turned on they ordered him to pull over.

But Rashad didn't stop. He kept driving, trying to lose them. He drove through red lights, narrow streets, and busy roads. He endangered the lives of many people, including me.

I was still terrified, and there was no chance to escape. I was trapped in his car. I wished he would stop.

But he didn't care. He only cared about himself. He didn't care if I was OK in the back seat of his lambo.

The police finally caught up with him. They surrounded his car and told him to surrender. They pointed their guns at him and warned him not to resist.

Rashad didn't listen. He opened the door and got out of the car. He had his gun in his hand and a defiant look on his face.

He shouted at the police, "You'll never take me alive! You'll never stop me! I'm the king of this city! I'm the boss of this game!"

He fired his gun at the police. The police fired back. A shootout ensued.

I was still in the car, in the middle of the crossfire. I was scared for my life. I ducked down and covered my head. I prayed that I wouldn't get hit.

I heard gunshots, screams, and sirens. I heard Rashad cursing and laughing. I heard the police shouting and ordering.

I didn't know what was happening. I just wanted it to end.

It did end, after a few minutes. The gunshots stopped. The sirens stopped. The silence fell.

I looked up and saw the scene. Rashad was no longer there, it was just the cops, and a moving s.u.v car that rode off.

Some of the police were wounded while a few were dead. They had sacrificed their lives to stop him.

While I sat shivering in the car, one of the cops, a female one, came to the car and opened the door. She looked at me and said, "get out of the car immediately!"

She recited the police rules to me, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?"

I nodded, but I didn't understand. I didn't understand anything. This was my first time being arrested.