That’s What Friends Are For
by Loicia Ware
My heart pounded frantically in my ears as we sprinted through the garage. My hands searched madly for the keys, slapping every pocket.
Keys, where are you keys….please…YES!!! SMASH! A windshield in front of us exploded!
“DUCK!” I yelled as I dragged Ben down. They caught up to us and we were in serious trouble. “Move! MOVE!”
We half ran, half crawled our way through the parking garage, searching for the car as bullets whizzed passed and windows shattered, raining glass all around us.
“Where’s the car Ben?”
“It’s … uh … it should’ve been here.”
“You don’t know where the car is!”
“Uh, I can’t think with you yelling at me!”
“You can’t … what?” I stammered. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” Blinded by rage, I ran straight at Ben and tackled him, knocking the wind out of both of us.
“You stole my car, got us in trouble, AGAIN! And now you can’t remember where you parked our only way out at?” I asked, gasping for air.
“I, uh … I got it!! Click the key fob!”
“The key fob, you know, the clicker!”
THE CLICKER! I hit the unlock button as hard as possible. Lights flashed four cars down. A rusted up piece of junk, but in that moment, she was the most beautiful thing in the world. We scrambled up from the ground and took off for her with the sound of feet echoing behind us.
“Get in! Get in! Get in!” I yelled at Ben as I jammed the key in the ignition.
SMASH!! The back windshield shattered.
“AWWWWWW!!!!” I felt a searing pain. I looked down and watched as my right sleeve quickly turned from white to red. “I’ve been shot!”
“Mark, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
“If I die!”
“I know, I know, you’re gonna kill me!”
I growled at him as I threw the car in reverse and slammed my foot on the gas. BAM! We hit something or someone. No time to care; we had to go. I shifted in to first and we took off for the exit with bullets trailing in our wake.