Getting Away, But Trapped

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

this story is about a young man named chris who goes to this P.I johnny for some help cause these guys are trying to get him.

 

Running down the street as fast as I can, I can’t get away from them. They are too fast considering they’re in a car and I’m running.I take a quick right and run down an alley way. When I exit the alley way, I’m at the police station. I run into one of the cops. “Help me. There’s these three guys trying to get me. I didn’t do anything. I was at the Slipknot concert in at the Comcast Theatre. We had a disagreement and after they started chasing me in their car.”
“Ok. What kind of car are they driving?” he asks me.
“Ummm… I think it’s a red 1970 GTO SS.” I told him.
“Alright, I’ll see what we can do.” He said 
“They tried to hit me with their car!” I yelled at the cop.
“Please do not raise your voice at me, sir.” He said calmly.
I think these people think I’m lying because I’m only 16 years old. At home I have a phone book; I look through it and find a number for a P.I. I find one. His name is Johnny. I call him.
“Hello, Johnny’s P.I service. How may I help?”
“Yes, I need your help. The cops in this town are freaking idiots. A red 1970 GTO SS tried hitting me today because we have a disagreement about the band Slipknot. All the cops said is that they’ll see what they can do.” I explained.
“Ok. I can help you. What is your name and your location you are at right now?”
“My name is Christopher Hernandez. I am at 600 WEBSTER ST Hartford, CT.”
“Ok. Do u want to meet me at the Webster Theatre in like 20 min. I need to file some papers and ill come meet you.”
“Yes, I’ll be there. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”

About 20 minutes later I’m standing out front of the Webster Theater. All of a sudden, a black 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1 with reddish flames on the front fender pulls up.
“Christopher?”
“Yes.”
“Hi. I’m Johnny. Get in lets go for a ride and you can tell me about what’s going on.”
“OK. Oh by the way you can call me Chris.”
“Alright Chris, get in.”
I hop into his car, and then we drive off. The interior of his car is nice. He has the new car smell. His seats are leather and they look like no one has ever sat in them before. As we’re driving, he asks me about what happened. I tell him that me and this random guy at a concert started talking and we had a disagreement. Then he just started hunting me down. And the cops won’t do anything because they’re mean. Then he told me that he thinks he knows the guys and he’s brought them in before. We go to his office and he starts to type on his computer. 
“Yepp! Got it! I’ve brought them in before for reckless endangerment and arson. They are currently on parole. In which, they just violated because they tried to hurt you. “
“What are their names?” I asked.
“Billy Veneto and Joseph Veneto. They’re brothers. And before I brought them in, they committed a couple crimes together. They’re living in the same place. Let me call officer Hernandez to make sure of that.” 
as he goes in the other room to talk to the parole officer, someone knocks at the door.
“Don’t get that. I don’t know who it is.”
he gets the door, and all of a sudden,I hear a POP!
“Chris!! Run!! GO NOW!”
I do as he says. I run out of the fire escape, down the stairs, and into his car. I start the car by doing the wire thing, and then I drive off and go try to find a cop. It shouldn’t be that hard I speed past one. He follows me. I’m going to lead him to Johnny’s place. When we get there, I explain to the cops that Johnny got shot and the guys are still there. The cops go up and arrest the guys and take Johnny to the hospital. Back at the hospital, Johnny asks me how the cops got to his place so fast.
“When you told me to run, I took your car and sped down the road until a cop was behind me. Then I took them to your place.” I told him.
“My car is still ok right?” 
“Yes, yes it is.”
“Ok. So the cops were just here, and they told me that the 2 guys that shot me were Billy and Joe. They charged them with assault to a law enforcement personal. Theywon’t be getting out for a while. I’m sure you’ll be gone by the time they get out.
“When do they get out?”
“35 year.”
“Yea, I’ll be gone.”
“Alright. It was nice doing business with you. And I’m not going to charge you only because you helped save me. I didn’t have my gun with me. They would’ve killed me if u didn’t go and get the cops. Thanmk you. Thank you a lot.”
You’re welcome. I’ll be seeing you around. Have a nice one Johnny.”
“You too Chris.”


Submitted: April 30, 2012

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