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Nova

Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell am I doing?

“Calm down, Pinkie.” Ash’s voice comes from the driver’s seat as he drives us far from the hospital.

We are not far from the hospital when the sound of a siren comes from behind us.

A police siren. Fuck I am starting to think I am bad luck.

“Everything will be okay.” He whispers. His hand brushes mine for a mere second before he starts typing something on his phone, keeping his attention focused on the task as the police officer approaches.

“Is this the right time to text someone?” I question.

“Yes.” He says in a low voice as he lowers his window, then, with a more pleasant voice that I haven’t heard him use before, he speaks to the officer leaning by his window.

“Hello, officer. Was I speeding?” “Yes, sir. License and registration, please.” The officer sheds light into the car and on me.

I see him notice the blood on both our clothes and on the back seat.

“Please exit the car. Hands where I can see them.” Ash does as he is told while I take a moment to check my phone that just buzzed.

Ash: Whatever happens, you are a victim.

You know nothing. I forced you to come with me.

You will be fine. Be a good girl for me, Pinkie.

The realization of his message hits me as I exit the car.

A female officer approaches me, directing me to stand with my hands placed behind my back, as she pats me down and cuffs me.

A male officer mimics her as he cuffs Ash’s hands behind his back.

“You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right, and you should request a lawyer.” The officer reads me my rights as if I am participating in a cop movie.

“Do you understand?” Her voice has a hint of authority and judgment.

“I understand.” I say as I am being escorted to a police car.

I am placed in the back, where the criminals sit.

Ash sits beside me. The car starts, and our night of chaos ends with every turn it takes until it stops in front of the familiar police station, the one we met earlier today.

“Promise me you will do what you have to.” Ash whispers before the door opens for both our sides.

The officer pulls him, but he holds his weight, keeping himself in place as his eyes find mine.

“Promise me.” He presses. “I promise.” I say, tears streaming down my face.

He presses his lips against mine, the flavor of him mixed with the saltiness of my tears. I promise.