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𝕰𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕳𝖎𝖑𝖑 7:38AM☆☆☆ A yellow taxi rumbled to a halt, just before the curve of a wide pristine road, flanked by towering hedges trimmed into ruthless perfection. “Why are we stopping?” Nevena squinted out—at the road. The driver, a wiry local in his mid-fifties, shifted the car into neutral and cleared his throat. “Señorita, no puedo ir más allá,” he said, jerking his chin toward the road ahead. "Propiedad privada."

Celine responded, tightening her clenched fist. “Does that mean we are giving him a visit again? Cool! I can't wait to get wedded to Don, the man of my dreams” “What about Jones? I knew you wouldn't end up with that gold-digging rascal!” “Come on, you don't have to insult him.” “taxi” Celine yells, stretching her arms towards an incoming taxi. The taxi halts and they board the yellow taxi. “Hello, beautiful ladies. I'm Erickson, your lovely taxi driver. Where are you heading, beauties of the world?” The taxi driver asked.

"My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda home sick Too much pressure and I'm nervous, That's when the taxi man turned on the radio," they sang as we rocked our heads on a Miley Cyrus song. It was a lively roadtrip and I was smiling all through out. "And the Jay-Z song was on... And the Jay-Z song was on... And the Jay-Z song was on!" They had their own pitches and notes, some were out of tune—especially Macky but he couldn't care less. Only Doreen, Royce and I didn't attempt that high note. It was a light-hearted joyride, and I couldn't ask for more. Laughing, I grabbed a snack and just munched it away.

Even though he didn’t like the song, one could tell he was enjoying the way I was flowing with the song. “Fela to the world” “I love Fela” I shouted, throwing my hands up in the air. “I love him too” he added and we both laughed so hard. Scru sruuu scruuu scruuuuuuu that was the sound of his break pad, as he slowly lowered the speed of his taxi making a spiral like movement until he finally stopped. “Here we are ma’am” he said looking back to look at my face. “oooooh, we’re here already? so fast? Why not?”

Chapter 59 Lyla's POV: I rushed out of the house, the cold night air hitting my skin as I hailed a cab. A yellow taxi screeched to a stop in front of me, and I yanked the door open, sliding inside. “Red room.” I said, urgently. The driver gave me a quick glance through the rearview mirror before nodding and pulling into the street. My fingers tapped against my thigh as I stared out the window, my mind racing faster than the car.

“What do you mean, they’re falling?” “They’re just… dropping out of the sky.” As if to prove my point, another bird struck the roof of a taxi before tumbling onto the road. Its driver slammed on the brakes, causing the cars behind him to erupt into a chorus of angry horns. Cyclists abandoned their bikes, people ran for cover, and somewhere below, a child began to cry. “Are you sure?” Emma asked, her voice tighter now. “I’m looking at them.” More sirens joined the ones already echoing through the city, each one seeming closer than the last. The runner I’d seen earlier was nowhere in sight, swallowed by the growing crowd as people pointed upward, trying to understand what they were witnessing.

I hate it here I continue to run with my weak legs and the kidnappers are already catching up with me then suddenly a cab started coming towards me "Taxi Taxi" I yelled and the cab stopped I quickly open the door and entered "Where to miss?? The old cabman asked "Just go.. Continue driving.. Fast" I yelled "Stop Stop" the men shouted as they are now drawing near "They are kidnappers so drive fast " I yelled out and the old man started the engine and drove away as fast as he could I continue to pant as tears started flowing down my cheeks "Where to..?? The old man asked I don't even know CJ house address and I don't know anyone here

I hate how bare I feel before him, I hate how easily he slips my defences whether I consent or not, but most of all, I hate that he must bear witness to this pathetic side of me. If he did not want me before, then he sure as hell wouldn’t want me now. This time a laugh finds me, only its hollowness rings as it reverberates in my being. ‘Want me’ Truly hilarious. Bright lights shine through the darkness surrounding the streets, it takes me a while to notice the yellow and black logo spelling ‘taxi’ on the car. “You going?” The driver asks loudly as if competing with his stereo rather than lowering its volume.

The yellow cab was parked at the curb, engine idling, its roof light dark. Emily sat behind the wheel with one elbow resting on the door, fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel in time with the music spilling from the radio. An old song. Slow. Familiar. The kind that made the city outside the windshield blur into lights and shadows instead of noise and chaos. The sign was off. She leaned back slightly, letting the seat cradle her shoulders, eyes half-lidded as the melody carried her somewhere softer. Somewhere quieter. For a moment, she could almost pretend she was just another woman in the city, killing time, listening to music, waiting for nothing at all.

I opened the door of the first taxi, the light in the back flicked on and Taylor Swift filled the cab. “Are you trying to sneak out?” a deep voice from behind asked, startling me.