Be My Romeo - A Ross Lynch Fanfic

Chapter 3

As I step outside the icy air hits my face but I don't flinch. I look around quickly, I was in Queen Mary Hospital. 

At least I knew where that was. I exit the hospital and begin walking up the road, I wasn't going home, I didn't have one. I take a right turn into an alley way, I walk down the alley way and then turn left in the direction of the abandoned bus station. I walk up the road quickly and into the bus station.

I duck under the barbed wire and walk to the back of the station. Jace is standing there. I walk over to him and we stand in silence for a while.

"Did you talk to the police?" he asks.

"No." I reply. His facial expression doesn't change but I know he feels a sigh of relief.

"What happened?" I ask him.

"Dennis and Beatrix got arrested, the police think you were a victim." He smirks. 

"That means we're in control." I study his face.

"Dennis and Beatrix won't stay in prison for long, their gonna escape, and we're dead meat."

He nods, and we stand in silence for some time.

"Whats the plan?" he asks. 

"We gotta get the others arrested, Dennis and Beatrix are useless without them." I say after a while. 

Theres another silence.

"We're going back to the jewellery store. Tonight." I state. "You just want the necklace," Jace counterbacks sharply. 

I don't say anything. It was true.

"We'll set up the Jewellery store before, get the others to meet us there and get them arrested." He pauses, 

"We're not taking anything," He says glaring at me. 

I glare back and pull up my hood, he does the same and in silence we walk out of the station. I duck under the barbed wire. Jace checks his watch, 

"Meet at the Jewellery store at 10, I'll get everything ready." He says.

With that we both departed in different directions. As I walk down the road, I wonder where to go, I could go home or I could hang around on the streets. 

My thoughts are disrupted by a painful tug in my right side. I'd forgotten about my wound, I hold my side tightly and sit in the side of an alleyway. I move my jacket out of the way and lift up my bloody t-shirt. The bandage the doctors had put on was now blood red. 

I breathe out slowly. I pick my self up and start to walk aimelssly. I should probably go to a pharmacy but for that I needed money. I spot a women in her late thirtys walking don the alley way.

She looks like she should have some money on her. She's wearing fairly expensive clothes and high heels, perfect. 

She had a small pink purse in her hand. I examine her closely, she probably didn't have much cash on her, most likely had a credit card. As I walk past her, I grab her purse roughly and pin her up to the wall.

" Credit card number." I demand. 

She looks around for help and tries to get away. I pull out my pocket knife. She begins trembling immediately 

"5596," she says quickly. 

"I have your purse," I say threateningly. "If that numbers wrong, I will use your details to make your life a misery, you can say goodbye to all you have." 

She trembles more and says "It's 8965" I let her go and make a run for it.

There had been a time where I just used my pocket knife to take out the cash from the machines but that was slow and could only be done at night. I run to the nearest cash point and as I run I go through the purse, I had been correct.