Naughty No More

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lifted my fist, slamming it hard into his jaw. “Good,” I yelled and looked at Nokea. “Put on your clothes.”
    She wasted no time and hurried into her clothes. Once she was dressed, I told her to toss me my jeans. She did and as I stepped into them, the officer made a move for the gun. After all of the racial names he’d called us, I couldn’t help but pull the trigger. The bullet went into his upper shoulder and Nokea covered her mouth. She started to cry and I snatched up the rest of my clothes, Nokea’s purse and our money on the nightstand. I then took the car keys from the officer’s pocket and Nokea and I left.
    In a serious panic, we made our way to the police car and I drove off. Nokea was a nervous wreck and couldn’t stop crying.
    â€œDo you think he’s dead?” she asked.
    â€œHonestly, I don’t give a fuck! And you shouldn’t either.”
    Speeding like a bat out of hell, I drove back to my car. It was still parked on the side of the road. I hurried out of the police car and opened the trunk. All along, there was a pump in there, as well as another spare. I wasn’t sure if the spare would work, but I put air in my spare tire and had never changed a tire so quickly. I left the police car on the side of the road and Nokea and I quickly made our way to the highway.

Chapter 4
    Nokea
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    Shane’s driving was bound to kill us. The roads were still slick and he was in a serious panic. When I suggested that he slow down, he yelled at me. I was devastated too, but he was more than unstable.
    â€œCan we just pull over and chill out for a while?” I asked. “Your hands are shaking and I’m very frightened.”
    â€œIt ain’t everyday that I go around shooting, possibly killing muthafuckas, Nokea. And a cop, too? Damn,” he said shaking his head. “I don’t know what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.”
    â€œIt was self defense, Shane. Since we’re miles and miles away from there, can we please stop and get our heads on straight? Besides, that spare tire isn’t going to last much longer so let’s calm down, get a nice room for the rest of the night and chill.”
    â€œI need to get you home, now. We’re not stopping again.”
    I touched his shoulder. “Shane, please. Please do it for me. I don’t like how fast you’re driving, and sooner or later, I will make it home.”
    When the exit sign showed a Comfort Inn ahead, Shane listened to me and made the exit. He parked the car and I went inside to get us a room. He stayed in the car. When I came back to it, his head was leaned back on the headrest and his eyes were closed. I tapped the window.
    â€œLet’s go inside,” I said.
    Once we got to the room, I opened the door and Shane locked it behind us. The room had double beds and he lay back on the bed close by the window. He placed his arm on his forehead, closing his eyes again.
    â€œWhat are we going to do, Nokea?”
    â€œI don’t know. But, I know I’d better call Jaylin. He’s been calling me like crazy.”
    Shane sat up and looked at me. “Whatever you do, please do not tell him what happened between us. As a matter of fact, don’t tell anybody until I can figure this shit out.”
    â€œHow am I supposed to keep something like this from him?”
    â€œDo you really think Jaylin is going to understand why we did what we did?”
    â€œBut, we were forced to do it! Jaylin would understand that neither one of us wanted to die.”
    â€œNo, he wouldn’t understand. And you’re crazy if you think he’s going to embrace me with open arms and not throw you out of the fucking house. If he even suspects I was inside of you, forced or not, all hell is going to break loose and you know it.”
    â€œBut, we have a legitimate explanation. You saved my life back there and there was no doubt in my mind that the officer

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