My fingers shake as I cut one wire to the alarm on my bedroom window. It felt like the wire cutter were burning in my hands. As the wire cutters silently snipped the first wire my heart skips a beat.
The back of my neck was prickled with sweat, I pull my brown hair back into ponytail. The ends of the ponytail tickle the middle of my back. Loud nasally Snores float from the other side of the house, following the echoing sounds of the loose insulation in the roof.
I look behind me towards the sleeping child wrapped up in a blanket. Brown hair standing up in points, and the barely inaudible snoring. The sound and the sight almost making me want to stop what I was doing.
Almost.
I turn my attention back to the window. My insides are in knots as my fingers fumble to cut the last wire. When the wire is cut then I clumsily throw the wire cutters on the table near me. As the wire cutters land with a clatter and my heart stops. I look towards the sleeping child who rustles in his sleep. I listen to the sounds within the house. When the silence fills the air, besides the indistinct snoring, I let out the breath I had been holding.
I slide open the window and grab my duffle bag from the floor. I throw it out the window and watch it land with a thud on the grassy ground. I pull on my knapsack and throw one leg out the window. I turn back towards the sleeping child.
"See you on the flipside buddy" I whisper, before I throw my other leg out the window and pull myself out on to the patio roof. My converse land with a thud against the patio roof.
The air was chilly and my breath was visible. I pulled the hood of my leather jacket over my head and crawled off the edge of the patio. I hold onto the edge, letting my feet dangle before dropping onto the ground. I pick up my duffle bag and throw it over my shoulder. I look back at the house and wave.
"Sayonara suckers" I call with a wave of my hand, before I take off running down the street.
Authors Note
Was anybody exited for this? No? OK then I'll just go stand in the corner.
So prologue to my first mystery like story. Hopefully you don't hate.
Check out my new story Taxis to Rickshaws. I finally put up this story a A Crooked Bullet. But you all still have to wait for Roofless in Middleburg.
I'll update soon promise.
Twala (\/) (<-EPIC PEACE SIGN AND GOODBYE)
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A Crooked Bullet
Mystery / ThrillerCharlie Bullet is the youngest beat cop of Midtown South Precinct in NYC. At the age of 24 she has been on the force for 3 years. She's upstanding citizen and the one thing you can always say about Charlie is "She has nothing to hide". As an upstand...
