She's Feisty - R.E. Cooper (romantic books to read TXT) 📗

go of the clutch. "Damn!" I pushed on the gas. As the music increased in tempo I pushed the gas harder. I was push 205 and the cops were still right on my tail. I smiled as I pushed harder. 210mph. 220 mph. 235 mph. 260mph. 290mph. I hit 300mph, and looked in my mirrors. The cops were too far now, but the helicopter was still there. 

I squealed in excitement, until I saw a cat walk onto the highway in the distance. As soon as I saw the cat I sobered up real quick. Egyptian Reggae (Live) came on the radio and I whispered in a serious tone, "not today kittie cat. Not today." I swerved as fast as I could around the cat and hit the breaks. I managed to evade the cat, but I was still swerving. I was spinning in circles really fast. I pushed on the break harder and pulled on the emergency brake. Then I tried to turn the wheel the opposite direction I was spinning. Apparently trying to pull the emergency hand brake while spinning in circles at 240mph is a no no. Suddenly the car flipped, but in a weird way. It wasn't flipping side over to side in a roll, but the back flipped over the top over and over. Like a person doing front flips, but as a car. It began to slow down and when the front hit the road again it tilted and fell onto its side. 

I was hanging sideways when I suddenly thought back to the cat. I hope it's okay!! I looked up and saw the helicopter get closer and closer. Then the sound of the cop cars appeared again. I sighed, but then groaned in pain from moving. The thought of the cops running over the cat powered me up like coffee injected into my veins. 

I quickly unbuckled my seat belt and fell to the ground, landing in a pile of glass, increasing my blood loss. I opened the door and crawled out. Standing up slowly, I looked at the car with sadness. It didn't deserve this ending. I kissed my finger and raised them up like they did in the hunger games. "RIP my little Hennessey Venom F5, you shall forever live in my memory." I ran, more like limped on one leg, towards the cop cars. I sat down in the middle of the road, not caring if the cops hit me. I picked up the little cat and pulled it into my lap. 

I was stroking the cat when the cops got to me. They all looked at me, guns raised, as if I was some crazy cat lady. Well I guess right now I am a little crazy, and I'm holding a cat, so... "Put your hands where I can see them!" I saluted the officer. Then I put my hands up into the air, lifting the cat as well, singing the opening song to the Lion King. "That girl is wrecked." I heard someone say. Two cops walked up to me. 

One of the cops grabbed the cat while the other grabbed my hands."You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can, and will be used against you in court." He grabbed my hand roughly and started to cuff me. "Sir! Please take care of Mr. Kiddles! He might have gotten hurt so I'll pay you to take him to the hospital." He just laughed, "lady are you crazy? He's fine, not a scratch on him. You on the other hand look like you just got hit by a truck." "Actually I spun and then flipped a car going 250mph, and then landed sideways. But same difference." 

The cops walked me towards a cop car when I suddenly didn't feel so good. "Officer, I think I might-" Before I could finish I threw up all over the cop holding Mr. Kiddles, the cat. Somehow it got in his hair, on his shoes, and all over his shirt, but completely missed the cat. I smiled sheepishly as the cop looked at me in horror. "Sorry..." The cat jumped out of his arms and fell on the ground. I got an idea. "Actually officer I'm feeling a little-" I thought of the worst thing I could do to pale my face, as I pretended to faint in the other cops arms. 

He caught me just before I hit the ground and looked at the other cops alarmed. As his grip loosened on me I made a break for it. I stood up and ran after Mr. Kiddles, shouting out his name. I could hear the other cops in the distance shouting and running after me. I got Mr. Kiddles and ran back to the cops. "Sorry! I was worried he would get lost!" I climbed right into a cop car with the cat and closed the door before anyone could do anything about it. Someone tried to open the door but it was locked. The windows rolled down as several police officers tried to grab the cat. 

"Get that cat out! Shoo cat shoo!" "Quick he might piss!" "Leave Mr. Kiddles alone!" After a couple of minutes of officers shouting and trying to grab the cat, I bit one of them. He looked at me shocked and said, "dammit it fine! She can keep the cat, but only for now!" I smiled knowing I had won, and the windows closed

Yesterday in Jail (Sam)

 Yesterday: 

I've been in Juvie for 2 years, 5 months, 19 days, and 17 hours. I've made plenty of friends already, although my options are limited. Due to the many physcotic and clearly disturbed people. It has also been 2 years, 5 months, 19 days, and 20 hours since I first met Melany Vantrosa Santos Tuco. Once every two weeks since the day we met, she has been coming in to visit me. Tomorrow she would be coming again, and that was enough to make this day perfect. 

"Hey Sammie boy!! Get over here, they've got a car chase on the tv!" Triston yelled to me. A month ago the guards here replaced the 20 year old tv with a new one. It was the only tv in the whole place, and it was kinda huge. The tv is always left on the 79PM3 Chanel. It always had the best new stories. Most of the time, they were robberies or terrorist attacks. But every once in a while it would be something like a car chase, and those here are like gold.

I ran to sit by Tristan and the hundreds of other inmates. We all watched intently. It had just started, perfect. It was a black and yellow car, the reporters in the helicopter were talking. They said it was a girl, and she seemed to be intoxicated. The news man said, "the girl seems to be around 19, and she's alone in the car. The car was just stolen from a car sales park lot on main blvd. Right now we have a machine telling us her speed." We all looked and saw that there were about 10 cop cars chasing her, and the speed machine said she was going 200mph. Then it went up to 210, 230, 240,280, and then 300 mph. Once it hit 300 mph the girl was blasting music and had her hands out the window.

"It appears she's driving with- her feat. Oh and she's blasting music, it's- oh it's Bell Bottoms! From the Baby Driver movie, how fitting. Oh wait, it seems there's something in the road, what is it?" We all looked when someone in the back yelled, "I think it's a cat!" We all laughed, but then the News man said, "I think it's a cat!" We all laughed harder, knowing the random guy got it right. "Oh, I think the girl is trying to avoid the cat, oh no! She avoided it successfully, but the car is spinning terribly! And- oh-oh, she's flipping! 1, 2, 3... 8 times! She flipped 8 times." There was a silence over all of us as we tried to focus our eyes on the car. 

The door to the car opened and the girl crawled out. We all cheered as she stood up. Damn, she's a badass. The girl was covered in blood and glass. "Oh, it looks like she's moving. Haha! SHe's going over to the cat!" We watched as she sat down and held the cat in her lap. The cops pulled up. The helicopter moved closer so they could hear what was going on. "It seems, she's- hahaha! She's singing the opening song to Lion King while holding the cat! This girl is a hoot." We all chuckled slightly, worried the cops would shoot her if she made any sudden movements. 

There was more talking and walking around with the officers and the girl. Then she threw up on an officer and fainted on the other. We were all bawling our eyes out, dying of laughter. Then she ran into the woods, the cops chased her. "She won't get far, especially like that!" the reporter said. Then the girl ran out of the woods. Once I got a full view of what her face looked like I realized, she looked just like Melany. Shit, that's Mel alright. Holding the cat she jumped into the cop car. The cops tried to pull the cat out but she bit them. I laughed, because she would totally do that. The channel showed the news man as he said, "well. That was interesting. All we know so far, is that the girl is going to Blackford Juvenile Center, tomorrow. She's looking at least 5 years, maybe more. Alright back to you Danny." 

I couldn't believe it, Melany was coming here. She would be here, with me, in Juvie. For 5 years, no that's too long. From what I heard of her father, she'll probably get a few months, a year at most. I was going to see Melany tomorrow. Wait, that means all the perverted guys here would too. I mean I know she's in a gang, and she can handle herself. But out of the 700 people here, ages 10-18, only 50 of them are girls. Half of the girls are the size of a cow, and the other half are either super insane or angry that they get put in specialized areas, in solitude alone. The very few girls that remain just stay in their cell all day everyday and the female guards bring the food to them. 

It was night time now and I could barely contain my emotions. I was mixed with so much excitement to see her in person, face to face, without a slab of glass in front of us. I've loved her for a while now. She's my best friend, and the love of my life. Sure I may be 16, but she's the thing that keeps me going most days. But I was also incredibly worried. What if someone hurt her? The guards don't care about us. They only make sure we don't try to escape or kill each other. If someone raped her, they wouldn't even blink an eye. I don't think I could live with myself, knowing someone hurt her that way