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he tried to make them understand. “My girlfriend is dying! Get a fucking bus here now!” Dontae demanded.

“Let me see your hands motherfucker!” another officer demanded with his gun pointed at Dontae’. It only took Dontae a moment to see what was happening.

He wasn’t able to reach 9-1-1. Who called the police? They even beat Jessi to the scene, and she couldn’t have been no more than a few blocks away.

Dontae’ lays Sandy down. He slowly raises his hands and stands.

“Dontae' Wade, you are under arrest for murder.” One of them informs him.

The officer grabs the cuffs from his belt and heads towards him. Dontae’ takes one last look at Sandy, whose eyes are now lifeless.

His love was gone.

The officer grabs his wrist, and with a burst of speed, Dontae twists the officer’s arm and puts him in a chokehold, grabbing his gun from the holster and placing it against the officer’s head.

“Back up.” He directed. “I didn't do this.”

“Put the gun down!” The officer demanded

“I will, but first tell me how’d you know my name.”

One of the officers shoots Dontae's hostage in the dead center of his forehead, causing his body to slump. Dontae’ pushes the body into the group. They all stumble, giving him just enough time to run and jump out of the window, landing hard on the concrete below. He manages to roll behind a car before the cops fire a hail of bullets in his direction. He runs, ducking behind cars as bullets ricochet all around, breaking glass and causing alarms to blare.

A block away, Jessi can see the commotion and see Dontae’ on the move. She spins through an alley just in time to cut him off.   “Jump in!” she ordered as she pushes the passenger door open.  He complies, and they speed off into the distance.

CHAPTER VIII

Jessi and Dontae’ speed down an empty street, making sure to put enough distance between them and anyone that could be following. She glances in her rearview to make sure no cars were in sight, then begins to slow down.

“What happened back there?” Jessi asked.

“Something killed Sandy. The police tried to kill me.”

“Shit man. This has gotten crazy,” She responded

“She told me to let it go and now she’s dead. This is my goddamn fault. Damn it!”

He starts to punch the ceiling repeatedly. The anger and rage embedded so deep to a level that Jessi had never seen in him before.

“It’s not your fault. You were doing your job.”

“Fuck that! I’m going to kill Roland Walsh! Him, that fucking thing, this fucking cult bullshit! What the fuck Jessi?! He breaks down sobbing relentlessly.

“Wow. Dontae’ is human.” Jessi thought. She had never seen him do anything more than a polite frown at anything disturbing, and now he was all out weeping. She felt his pain but couldn’t wrap her head around what was happening. It was clear that Sandy was dead and someone tried to kill him. But what did he mean by “thing”? She assumed that someone killed Sandy with an object that Dontae’ was not able to describe. That has to be the thing he’s referring to.

“Slow down. Let’s figure this out before we go on a rampage.”

Dontae’ knows that he has to clear his head and get out of his feelings for now. He was vulnerable, but he felt that it couldn’t be with a better person than Jessi. She had just seen him sob, but he felt relieved that she was there in a time when he would have felt embarrassed with anyone else. He wiped his tears along with the black sludge from his face with his shirt.

“You’re right. We have to find somewhere to go and lay low until I can think clearly.”

“I know a place.” She suggests.

“Maybe a cheap motel. Not even friends or family can know where we are. This runs deep.”

“Trust me. I know a place.”

They drive on.

The road is twisty and hilly, but Dontae’s is too busy thinking about what just happened to pay attention. The full moon lights the landscape as the wind from the car blows fallen leaves that have been untouched for days, upwards in the air for a brief moment of freedom from the cold shoulder of the dark country road. In the distance, a small house, whose lights were on, sat atop a hill reminiscence of a Bob Ross painting even having a little tree on the far-left side. This part of the countryside was beautiful. Dontae’ didn’t get out this way too much. Besides, he was a city boy. He loved the smell of the city, good or bad.  He knew the people and the surroundings. He could probably walk to this favorite coffee joint with his eyes closed. The cashier was named Margret. He had always thought she was too old and too intelligent to work there but not in a judgmental way, but in the way that he saw the potential in people and didn’t like to see it wasted when they could do so much more. His barbershop was only a few blocks from his home, and he had just gotten a new kid to cut his hair. His old guy was retiring and recommended the kid. He was a little skeptical at first, being that he likes to stick with what works.  The poor little kid was so nervous his first time cutting the detective's hair. I mean, could he be locked up for a bad cut? But to Dontae’s amazement, the cut was superior to his old’s guys. This kid had skills. The Gym where he and Sandy had a membership was a few blocks in the other direction. They would go and be that couple, always pushing each other to do one more rep.

Sandy liked to visit this Thai vegan place up the street and always argued that it was healthier. He would contend that the shit was filled with salt, and that was the only way that it was even eatable. This

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