𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴 ☼ 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦〔 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦 〕

𝘈𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

"Uh, Pope, you're driving pretty fast" Sarah speaks up as Pope speeds down the road at a concerning speed and the boy lets out a loud howl.

"Pope, last to judge, but I think you should slow down a little" JJ adds on.

"That would definitely delay our arrival to the cross. We gotta get there" Pope argues.

"Why did we let him drive again?" Kiara questions worriedly.

"I believe it was something to do with the removal of all our ears" I answer.

"I said I'd rip your ears off" Pope corrects me

"Because he said he'd rip our ears off" Sarah nods.

"You did" Kiara also nods.

"I was joking about that, by the way" Pope assures us.

"That's a really funny joke" Kiara snarks.

"I wasn't a fan to be honest" I shrug.

" Hey, how ya feeling, buddy? How ya doing?" John B questions.

"Uh, fantastic. I don't know what JJ's cousin gave me, but I am moving!" Pope answers enthusiastically.

"We couldn't tell" Kiara sarcastically quips.

"Not at all" I add.

"Okay, well, um, you're going really fast right now" John B points out.

"Yeah, really fast!" Pope swivels around to look at us and we all scream at him to keep his eyes on the road.

"I don't know if you noticed, but there's these giant oak trees all along the road. They're like six inches off the road" John B informs him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You don't need to pass" Kiara rushes out as Pope tries to swerve around the car in front of us "You don't need to pass. You don't need to pass!"

"Holy shit! Pope, to the right!" I scream as we almost end up in a head on collision with an oncoming car.

"What an asshole, right?" Pope scoffs.

"Pope, he's going the speed limit!" Kiara snaps at him.

"We're not gonna get to the cross if we're dead, Pope!" John B warns the boy.

"We're not gonna die. It's our divine right to get that cross" Pope states matter of factly, looking back at us again.

"Pope! Look at the road!" John B shouts.

The Heyward boy swerves, hitting an oak tree with the back of the truck and we start spinning out of control, all of us screaming and grabbing onto the nearest thing. Screeching tires is all I hear as the car crashes straight into another tree and we're all thrown forward, broken glass raining down on us.

"Are you fucking insane?" I wince in pain, my cheek stinging from the glass imbedded in my skin.

"Is everyone okay?" John B groans out.