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"okay okay. no need to call the police. wouldn't want to waste their time" i awkwardly laugh. his expression doesn't change.
"alright uhm i was just" i scan the room thinking for an answer. there was really no way out of this. i was a random girl in his house looking through his dads office.
"stealing. that's what you were doing"
"well technically i haven't stole anything so i haven't committed a crime so i can go. yeah?" i say walking towards him and trying to get out the door.
"your broke into my house. that's a crime"
"right right yeah" i stop and look up at him. he grips onto my wrist and drags me away from the office. he pulls me into a bedroom, probably his.
"sit" he pushes me on the bed and walks over to a set of drawers. i watch him as he reaches in and pulls out something. he turns to me and- A GUN!? jesus christ who is this guy.
"now open the bag" he says looking me straight in the eye.
i slowly pull the black backpack off of my back and place it on his bed beside me.
"open it."
"okay okay chill"
"tell me to chill one more fucking time i dare you"
i gulp and zip open the bag.
"take out everything that's in it"
i do. starting with my motorbike gloves. i didn't know what he felt since i didn't want to make eye contact. next i pulled out a pocket knife. i looked up at him to see him laugh.
"that's nothing compared to mine" he looks down at the gun in his hand.
i nod, not knowing what to do and take out the next item. a note. from my dad to me, telling me what to get.
"read it."
"why"
he raises the gun and smirks.
"right."
i scan over the note. debating whether to lie or not. i knew there was no point since he could just read it after.
"out loud"
"obviously" i rolled my eyes.
i started to read.
"harley i need you to find the safe and open it. i've heard it's in wards office. you need to find the code. it's probably written somewhere. take everything that's in the safe. i want you to then go into his sons room and take the gun. we have nothing compared to bullets so we need one. if you come home with nothing. you know what will happen.
-dad"

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