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  • "FUCK!!"
    "Shit man, what the fuck are we gunna do?"

    The sirens were in the distance, but they might as well have been right behind us. That's how hard my heart was beating. Mitch's panic was physical, hand up in the air, turning to look over both shoulders, and pacing quickly.

    "Plan doesn't change Paul, we keep going. We can do this. I mean, we don't know that they are going after us."

    I was lying to myself, as well as him. Maybe it would make me calm down. It didn't. After pacing for a few more seconds, he stops and gets in my face.

    "If they do come, what do we do?"

    Frozen. I stared at him, and he stared at me. If I knew what to do I would've told him.

    "We'll cross that bridge when we get there."

    I didn't give him time to respond. Grabbing his arm, I ran down the road. We came out on the side of the highway. I wiped my sweat. I prepped myself like I was going to an interview. Trying to look presentable to our hosts, we cleaned up. Shirt flattened. Pants straightened. Boots dusted. Hair ruffled. To each other, we looked sharp, I can only imagine what others thought of us.

    Anyway, we walked down the road with our hands raised, but no one stopped. The sirens would not relent. In fact they grew louder. Fuck. I feel like they drivers knew. But I had to block out those thoughts. Paul found an old cardboard box on the side of the road. Luckily the shirt I was wearing had a pen in the pocket. We decided to write "Cleveland" on the sign. We kept at it, but the paranoia was getting to me. Every look we got, I though they knew who I was. Every person on the phone was talking to the cops. Every kid looking out their window was telling their mommy and daddy.

    Their came a point where the siren was so loud that I swore the cops were coming on the next ramp. Luckily, a shitty rusty pickup truck pulled over in front of us. In ecstasy, Paul ran over, and I followed behind him. That truck might as well have been a shiny BMW, because to us it was beautiful.

    "Cleveland huh? Get in, i'm heading that way."

    We get in and breath a sign of relief. I look at Paul, and smile. But there was something behind it, we both understood. We could not show our excitement too much.

    "Why you fellas going to Cleveland?"
    "Our mother is very sick, we are going to visit her in the hospital. My car broke down, the piece of shit, so we figured someone would be kind enough to give us a lift. Thanks so much mister."

    Damn. I never thought that Paul could think on his feet like that. Good man. I enjoyed that moment. But it was short lived. Bam, rearview mirror lit up. It was like a blue and red disco show. They must have found us I thought. There was no where to hide with the three of us in the front seat. We tried to make ourselves small. But I didn't want the driver to get any ideas, so we had to keep our cool. If our bodies didn't give us away, I was sure the sound of my heartbeat would.

    The police cruiser sped right past our truck. Again, we were overtaken by joy. I hoped that was the last scare...I don't know if my body could take anymore.
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