The phone rang. I dropped my paintbrush and rushed into theother room.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Sora? What are you doing?"
"Oh. Hey Yuff—I'm repainting my bedroom."
"K well open the door, I just pulled up into your driveway." She hung up.
Confused, I set the phone down back into the receiver and hurried to the door. I opened it and saw her there. She was drenched and I saw traces of blood splatter on the white shirt she had underneath her jacket. I finally recognized the jacket as Leon's. Oh no…
"What'd you do this time?"
"I'm in deep shit. I gotta find some place to hide."
"Here?"
"I don't know. I know this is the first place they'd come looking for me—but I didn't know where else to go."
I panicked. What the hell was going on? I wanted to know what she did but was afraid to find out.
"You have any money I could borrow? I need gas money and I need to get out of here as soon as I can." She tugged on her large jacket and drops of water fell onto the carpet. I ran to my room, grabbed about two hundred dollars and was on my way out of my room—but I stopped and decided to grab my coat too. I dashed back out into the living room where she was. She turned around and saw that I had my jacket and shoes on.
"What are you doing?" she asked calmly.
I don't know how she stayed calm in a situation like this. I think she just killed someone or robbed another jewelry store and she's being CALM. I was freaking out but trying so hard not to let it show.
"I'm going with you." I attempted to walk past her.
And then I'd say to you, "We could take to the highway with this trunk of ammunition, too."
She stuck her arm out and blocked me from the door, "What the hell do you think you're doing, kid?" I hated when she called me that. I'm eighteen now and she needs to stop calling me that.
I turned and stared at her. Her eyes didn't leave mine. I sighed, "Yuffie, I'm going with you."
She glared at me but didn't say anything. Right then someone shot at us and finally she said, "Let's go." We both ran outside and jumped into the car and off we went. We drove off into the night and neither one of us knew where were going to go.
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets.