HATE ME, BABY

I bet you do

When the piles of money stopped appearing, Riley grabbed it all and took off out the front doors. Her wrists ached as she slammed into the metal bar of the door. As soon as Colson saw a flash of movement, he pulled the truck closer to eliminate some distance for her. He flung the passenger door open so she didn't have to use her hands, which were tightly gripped on the cash. She barely had enough time to shut the door before he slammed on the gas, screeching the tires against the pavement.

"Go, go, go!" She yelled at him.

He whipped out of the bank parking lot and onto the main road, all without driving past the main doors. He hoped the bank employees didn't have a chance to catch a look outside in the short minute it took her to get to him.

"You're fucking kidding me!" Colson yelled in disbelief at their crime.

Riley was shaking and panting, but she and Colson cheered. She thumbed through the cash, losing count every time due to her adrenaline spike.

Colson glanced down at the speedometer, realizing he was going 80 MPH on a somewhat desolate road and was still without a license plate. The perfect way to get stopped by the police. He pulled over in another neighborhood and quickly popped the plate back on.

"We gotta ditch this thing and get out of here." He said nervously. Reality was setting in. He knew they would likely release a vehicle description to the public. Luckily black trucks were pretty common, and no license plate number could buy some more time and anonymity.

She directed him across town towards Alex's house. When they arrived in the driveway, she told Colson to get a head start towards yet another shitty motel down the street. He had all of the cash in that mini leather backpack of hers. He didn't want to leave Riley by herself, but splitting up would probably help them cover more ground. It also would keep Alex from getting even more suspicious.

She locked the truck from the inside and left the keys under the floormat. It was what she did every time she gave him his truck back. This wasn't the first time she took it in a moment of need. Though it was most likely the first time it was ever used in an armed robbery.

She sent him a quick text, thanking him and sending a heart emoji to soften him up hopefully. Then she took off down the street in a speedy walk.

Colson stood outside one of the doors on the second floor, anxiously waiting for Riley. When she hustled up the steps, he wanted to hug her. Adrenaline was still coursing through his veins and likely would be for a while.

"They don't ID here and I gave a fake name. They also rent by the hour, so you know what that means." Colson said to her. She nodded in approval before leaning in to kiss him. Each of their lips were lightly quivering against each other.

"What do we do now?" she asked as they parted from the kiss.

"Count this money, I guess." he huffed and they sat across from each other on the dusty bed. Riley tipped her small bag upside down, causing the cash to fall out and she began to count, slightly more focused this time.

Colson sent a text to the original guy that came knocking on his door, the one he went to school with. He kept it short, just giving the address with the room number and saying he had the money.

"All that work, all this money, and we don't even get to keep a cent." Riley said, staring down at the money.

"It fucking blows," Colson admitted. He still felt like an idiot for getting himself in such a situation.

It took about thirty minutes for the guy to arrive, but he eventually knocked on the door. Colson looked through the peephole. Luckily he was alone. He double-checked to make sure his gun was in plain sight.