Hey people! I know I have two fanfictions that are unfinished but I felt like writing this story for a long time so here is the first chapter :P Hope you like it

It was a typical, hot day in Los Santos. The sound of sirens that always filled the air were especially loud. Rich pricks were recklessly driving in their Ferraris, ignoring the road signs and pedestrians.

Erica was sitting in her math class counting minutes until the bell. The time was passing by slowly and painfully. Tucking a strand of her chocolate brown hair behind her ear, Erica glanced at her teacher who was sitting on top of her desk filing her long, pointy nails with a bored look on her face. Hardly any of the teachers at the school gave a shit about education anymore. Erica moved her gaze towards a blonde, orange skined creature who was blowing a bubble with a poisonous colored gum. She watched as the bubble grew bigger and bigger until it was about the size of the girl's head. A loud pop followed as the bubble erupted, covering her face. Erica rolled her eyes and went back to staring at the clock.

At last, the bell of freedom rang and everyone ran for the door almost knocking Erica off her feet.

"Jesus Christ" she muttered gaining back her balance and moved towards the parking lot to her volkswagen that she received from her step father, Martin Madrazo. All the gifts he gave her couldn't excuse his assholish personality. He was constantly abusing her and her mother and then tried to buy them with his expensive presents. But at least she won something out of living with the son of a bitch.

She drove home carefully, avoiding any collisions that happened so often she considered walking, but then she heard about the maniac who drove down the sidewalk a week ago, hitting ten people in the process and changed her mind. To be honest, she hated Los Santos. Its like all the most ignorant dickheads in the worlds decided to move into one city. It was filled with criminals ranging from purse thieves to bank robbers to even bigger ones like her step father. She didn't really know much about his business, not that she wanted to anyway. It was disgusting to her and she only stayed for her mother. Martin probably wouldn't even notice that she was gone, but someone else had to take the hits once in a while.

Getting out of her car she walked to the front door and searched for the keys to open it. It kept slipping out of her fingers and diving back into the pool of other junk that was in there. She sighed in frustration failing to hear the footsteps behind her that grew closer.

Before she knew it, a bag was thrown over her head and she was hauled over someone's shoulder. Paralyzed with shock, she was bouncing up and down as the person walked in unknown direction.

With an effort she pulled herself back into reality and started kicking and shouting, trying to free herself. The person ignored her struggle and kept walking. He stopped after a few paces and she heard a car door open. She started to protest harder as he attempted to shove her inside the car. The man slammed the door shut and got in. After a few second he sharply stepped on gas causing Erica to be thrown forwards. She heard a deep chuckle as she attempted to get back in the seat.

She grasped the suffocating bag and ripped it off her head. Eyes wide open she stared at the man who sat in the front seat of a black van speeding down the familiar road. She remembered him from some time ago. He and another man came to their house to talk to Martin. His name was Trevor and he was a psychotic and dangerous criminal.

"Nice to see you again E-RI-CA" he spelled out in a mocking tone. She felt nauseous from just the sight of him. Her dark eyes were filled with fear as she stared into the space. Why did it have to be her?

"What happened? Did the cat get yer tongue?" he mocked her again. Still she didn't reply which was apparently a bad decision because it made him irritated.

"WELL? Aren't ya gonna answer me?!" he almost shouted causing her to squeeze her eyes shut. If she was to speak, she would for sure throw up which would make him even more angry.

"Fine then. Have it your way" he said angrily and added speed that was already above limit.

'Maybe the cops will stop him for reckless driving and find me' she thought hopefully hugging her arms in anxiety. Just as she thought that she heard sirens coming from behind.

"SHIT!" he swore looking into the rear mirror.

He accelerated causing Erica to jump and clutch on to the seat even harder.

"STOP THE VEHICLE, NOW!" she heard the mechanic voice. Squeezing her eyes with all her might she prayed that this nightmare would end now.

"I don't think so assholes!" shouted Trevor changing lanes, causing multiple collisions behind them.

One of the police cars appeared on the right side of them and started to shoot at the van, while attempting to get them off the road.

'What are they doing?' she thought horrified. Can't they see her back here? Do they even give a shit?

"Hey, you", barked Trevor looking at Erica through the mirror, "Come up here" She stared at him wide eyed.

"I said, COME HERE!" he yelled pulling out a gun a pointing it at her. Terrified, she quickly climbed in the front seat, panicking inside.

"I am going to shoot those fuckers, I need you to take the wheel. Got it?" Afraid he would shoot her, she nodded frantically.

While Trevor was hanging out of the open window and shooting the cop cars, Erica was trying to keep them on the road while leaning over from the passenger seat. She had no control over the brakes so she couldn't stop the car. She could try to crash them into something but she wouldn't risk it. Even if she survived the crash, he would kill her for sure.

Meanwhile the gunshots fired back and forth making Erica jump at every bullet that pierced the air.

"STOP THE FUCKING CAR" bellowed the mechanic voice

"FUCK OFF"

"Oh god.. This is how I die" she whispered tears building up in her eyes 'Who would've thought'

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING ON ABOUT?" shouted Trevor over his shoulder

"Nothin" she squeaked glancing at him and digging her nails into the wheel

Without any warning he plopped back in his seat and threw his gun in the back. Erica retreated into her own seat at a lightning speed, not wanting to be so close to the psychotic freak.

"Out of bullets" he snarled

They were coming near the bridge that stretched over the fast river. The cops were still behind them, growing in numbers like fruit flies. Trevor glared at the rear mirror and suddenly stirred sideways on to the small path that was going downhill, to the river.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" screamed Erica forgetting who she was sitting next to for a moment. Luckily he didn't put a hole in her head since he was too busy trying not to die. Just when she thought they would end up swimming among pretty fishies, he turned sharply.

Erica's head collided with the side window and everything went black.