Deion waited for Quincy for two hours. He tried not to worry, but it was getting harder not to worry. He was just hoping Quincy finally got so fed up with driving him around that he just refused. But everyone knew Quincy would never do that.
He called him a million times and got nothing but an answering machine. He finally decided to go look for him himself.
After minutes and minutes of walking, he finally saw him. Not again, he thought. Police cars and people with their cameras were recording around a big group of police officers.
"He killed him!" One girl shouted. "All cops are bastards!" She shouted. Soon enough, she was yelling in handcuffs.
Deion moved closer and closer, seeing on Quincy's car. He was hoping it was someone else. It can't be Quincy.
But it was. He was lying motionless on the ground in front of the cops.
"He was resisting arrest! He had alcohol and a gun in his car!" The cop shouted to another.
"I believe you, Cruise." The other cop replied.
Deion stood in shock, paralyzed. How did this happen?
His phone rang and he picked it up. "Deion! Did you see the news! Quincy is on the news!" Aarav shouted from the phone.
Without a reply, he stood in silence as two tears fell from his eyes.
"They stood on his neck! Deion! Deion? Deion." Aarav said.
Deion hung up the phone. He wanted to hit those cops, but then it would be his neck. He needed to leave. So, he did. He walked and walked and as soon as he was out of eyesight of the cops, he ran and ran as fast as possible.
He slammed open his front door, much to his father and Latanya's dismay. He ran upstairs, grabbed his backpack, and started to fill it. He grabbed whatever clothes would fit in there and a water bottle. He had enough money for food and water. Right now, he needed to get out of this fucking hell hole. He didn't care where he went, even if it was actual hell, he just needed to get the fuck out.
He ran down with his backpack on his shoulder and was stopped by Latanya. "Where are you going, young man?"
"Away." He said, walking past her and opening the door.
"Excuse me, I need a better answer." She demanded.
"Like you give a shit! How about you and Mr. Drunk over there go fuck each other to death! Maybe then you'll finally be where you belong, in hell! So go waste your money and rot in here for all I fucking care." He spat, walking out the door and slamming it behind him. In joy, he realized they weren't coming after him. He just hoped he wasn't going to get the cops called on him for being a runaway.
He walked and walked until he finally was where he needed to be. He sat down under the bridge. He sat in silence for a couple of seconds before he began sobbing. His phone rang again, he ignored it. It rang again, he ignored it again. The third time, he grunted and picked it up.
"Deion, where are you?" Aarav asked frantically.
"Don't worry about me, Reddy." He said and hung up.
He sobbed and sobbed until he heard footsteps. He shot his head up to see Aarav.
"How the hell did you find me?!" Deion shouted.
"Kylie told me you liked this place when you get stressed... Look-"
"Why are you here? You don't give two shits either. Leave!" Deion demanded.
"Do you need a cigarette?" Aarav asks, pulling out a pack of Marlboro and a lighter.
"What?! No! Fucking leave!" Deion shouted.
Instead of doing what he says, Aarav takes a seat. "I'm so sorry..." Aarav says.
Deion gives scoff and Aarav continues, "If you need to talk... I'll be here." He said, adding a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Deion pushes it away aggressively. "I said fucking go!" He yells.
Aarav looks down at his shoes, gets up, and walks away.
Tears spill out of Deion's eyes once more. Not Quincy, it can't be, this isn't real. This isn't real. It's all fake. You're dreaming, Deion, wake up! Wake up!
He didn't wake up. This was real, this actually happened. Quincy was gone forever.