Withstanding Me
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Now that I think about it that was a dumbass question.
“Piper…”
“Pyro, and believe me, he wasn’t f**kin thrilled. Piper is a little chatty f**kin thing.”
I laugh and so does Smokey. Pyro isn’t one for chitchat, which breaks my heart. I stop laughing and so does Smokey when we both realize he’s not the same. He was so damn alive when Lana was still here.
“It’s shit,” I whisper.
“I agree darlin.”
All of a sudden, the guys behind us start honking their bike horns loudly and revving their engines. Smokey throws his sunglasses onto my dashboard and peers back to see what all their commotion is about.
“Storm, put your foot to the gas harder!”
I comply, and he’s still not satisfied. “More speed, now Storm!”
“What’s happening?” I cry.
Uncontrollable tears start flowing down my cheeks as Shadow rides up on one side of my car and Rap the other, and bright white lights flash in my rear mirror.
“Storm you have to stay f**kin calm! Do you hear me?” Smokey yells. “Fuck! I shoulda f**kin drove! Stay f**kin calm Storm; I gotta call Pyro. He’s acting Prez right now. Just breathe deep breaths baby, deep breaths.”
Baby! I’m pregnant! This shit can’t be happening!
“Smokey…”
Something in my tone causes him to look over at me.
“I’m pregnant.”
“FUCK!” He roars dialing Pyro.
A loud bang and my back windshield shatters. Oh no! They’re f**king shooting at me. Oh my god!
“Seriously! What the hell is with me and glass,” I cry, stepping on the gas harder. “First the f**king restaurant, the tequila bottle, and now this! Give me the f**kin phone. You shoot back; I’ll drive and talk!”
He doesn’t hesitate; he’s already got his gun out and handing me the phone.
“Storm, duck your head a little!” He yells, turning around and taking aim, firing off shots as I hold the phone up to my ear, and try to drive straight. The sounds of the vehicle behind us swerving around make my arm hairs stand straight up.
“Smokey what the f**k man? Hello!”
With all the commotion, I wasn’t paying attention to Pyro answering the phone.
“Oh my god, Pyro, we’re being shot at!”
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS?”
“Hanger Road…” I say as one of my tires take a bullet, causing me to swerve. Smokey starts yelling and firing off more bullets as Rap and Shadow do the same. Another tire goes out. All I have left are my two front tires, and my car is all over the road. “On the way to the compound. We only have two tires left, Pyro!”
“DRIVE FUCKING STRAIGHT!” Smokey roars.
“I’M DRIVING AS STRAIGHT AS I FUCKING CAN SMOKEY!”
The sound of a crash echoes and I can no longer see Rap.
“Nooooooooooooooooooo!” I scream.
“Storm! Hello! What’s f**kin happening?”
I can’t talk. I can’t hear Pyro screaming in my ear because all I can hear is the sound of Smokey’s voice screaming ‘hold on’ as my car flips alongside the road and glass shatters. The phone slips from my hand as I brace against the ceiling of my car. My head hits the stirring wheel multiple times, as my car continues to flip, over and over again. The metal from my car causes sparks alongside the road. My seatbelt digs into my chest. My air bag smashes into me so hard it feels like an anvil was thrown at my face. The sounds all around us are loud as my car skids to a stop. Everything is on replay as things begin to go dark.
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ZZ
I didn’t even let Pyro finish the call. My ass was already flying towards Hanger Road. I can’t believe I was about to go try and find a bitch to f**k. What in the hell is wrong with me? When I see her car smashed all to hell and upside down, and Rap lying on the ground near his bike, and Shadow doing something at the driver side, I don’t even worry about my f**kin kickstand. I just toss my bike down and take off running. I push Shadow away and he draws on me. Sighing in relief, he puts his gun down and takes off to the other side of the car.
“Rap’s fine. I think both of his legs are broken though,” Shadow yells.
And I love my brother and all, but f**k him right now. I’m worried about Storm. She’s hanging upside down; her seatbelt’s the only thing keeping her in place. My fingers reach shakily for a pulse, and when my skin meets hers, her eyes flutter open.
“Mason,” she croaks. Her face is swollen, covered in white dust, blood, and already forming bruises.
I start scrambling quickly, her voice snapping me into a frenzied mess. “I’m here, but I gotta get you outta here babe.”
“ZZ, brother.” I hear a voice croaked from the other side of the car. I peer around Storm and see Smokey banged all to hell, one of his eyes swollen shut. “She’s pregnant.”
“What?” I stutter.
“She’s pregnant,” he croaks again.
My heart beats faster as I look back to Storm. She’s trying to form words, but her eyes keep fluttering shut.
“Shit, no baby, keep your eyes open for me.” I say frantically as I dig out my knife. My hands are shaking so f**kin bad. “Storm. Keep those beautiful blue eyes open, yeah?”
“I… I can’t… it hurts…,” she whispers. “I got off early to tell you…”
She needs to keep her eyes open. Dammit!