Close Call
My heart dropped and we were in the car so fast, I barley remember getting in it. Montel was swerving through traffic. We did one hundred miles per hour down Grand Ave, one of the busiest streets in St. Louis. We were getting there though. Reese had said Todo was taken to Barnes Hospital in the Central West End. No one talked, and no one said slow down. I guess we were all in shock. I wanted to say something. The words just could not come out of my throat. I didn't hear the traffic or the honking. All I could hear were my breaths. They were so loud, as if I was forcing them out. I tried to focus on calming down, yet each breath became harder. Todo had been shot.