Victory Is When Hope Prevails Above All Else

Part two

4:00pm:

Everything has gone well so far, besides taking one wrong turn and getting slightly lost, everything is in order. I'm writing this from the train, on my way back home. I'm trying to think of how I can make another supper of stale bread exciting for the kids, at least this is taking my mind off the task ahead of me. I look around me at the last of the stunning mansions, when I make it big, we'll live in one of those, just me and the kids. It's quite shocking how the scenery can change so quickly, from skyscrapers and mansions to crumbling homes and shacks. There it is, the prison, that place sends shivers down my spine. After tonight I could so easily be there. I could picture myself, trying to hopelessly explain to a guard that I was doing this for the right reasons, that I wasn't all that bad. I started shaking at this and had to dig my nail into my wrist to try and regain some control. Luckily it caused more pain than fear to fill my body as I watched a droplet of blood land on the train floor.

When I got back to the cave, I was in a good mood, I had stolen a slab of chocolate for the kids, that would surely make them happy. My good mood quickly disappeared when I discovered that they were not there and neither were our mattresses. For a minute I started to panic but then I saw the footprints and hurried in the direction of them. I found them on the street corner that leads into our township. "What do you think you're doing?" I yelled at my dad who had Saph in his arms and was holding a piece of cardboard, asking for help. "What does it look like I'm doing, I'm making some money for the family, unlike you, running around with that druggie all day." "Jason is not a druggie! And also you will not beg! Look, I have a plan, everything will be alright so stop this immediately!" All he did was laugh at me as a Ferrari came speeding to a halt at the robots. He got up and made his way towards it. God! This was so undignifying, so humiliating. The cars passenger window was open and all the more to my embarrassment, the most beautiful girl turned to look my way. She was just...wow! She looked like an angel with long, curly brown hair, the most beautiful hazelnut eyes, a beaming smile, the kind that you can just tell is real and this little almost perfect clump of freckles on her nose. I couldn't take my eyes off her!

I had just put the kids to bed, dad had gone for a walk and it was the perfect time for me to leave. I really didn't want to though, I really really didn't want to. If I wanted a girl like the one I'd just seen I had to tidy things up and to do that I had to do this. I used this as my motivation. I picked myself up and made my way to the train station...

27 June 1998:

"Jason, Jason, get up!" I was anxiously knocking on his bedroom window. It was 1:00am and adrenalin was still rushing through my veins. It had worked, my plan had worked! And so what if they had lost a bit of coke, it didn't matter right? Those people were surely rich enough anyway. "What the...Dale!" Jason sounded so shocked to see me there alive. He hurled himself out of the window and landed next me. He looked over to see where I had parked the car and then nodded and gave me an affectionate punch on the shoulder. I smiled back at him, grateful to see that someone seemed to care about my well being. "Jas I did it, I'm ok, I did it and now everything's going to be ok." He laughed and gave me a playful shrug, "Oh grow up Dale, no need to start crying about how great you are." He playfully said with a wink and then added, "Although I am awfully glad to see you." I now really had to try hard to fight back tears, maybe it's because it had been so long since I'd last heard anyone say they were glad to see me or maybe it was from pure relief or maybe from guilt, I don't know but I certainly didn't want to start sobbing right there and then. "Ok we need to hide this somewhere, we're dead if anyone finds it." He looked around for a place to hide the barrels and then suddenly I came up with an idea. "We can bury them." "But where?" He asked, "If we bury them on the beach, the tide might come up and wash the sand off them, it's too risky." "On that farm, the deserted one with the broken fence." I replied. Luckily it was still too early in the morning for anyone to be up so we went unnoticed as we rolled the barrels away from the cluster of shacks and towards the farm land. We rolled the barrels up a hill and eventually found some soft soil under some trees that was pretty well hidden. We knelt down and started digging a hole with our hands. "So, 24 days, 24 days to make R9400." "Shit!" Was Jason's reply. Sometimes he really annoyed me, why not be a bit more optimistic, I'd just stolen coke so surely anything's possible! Oh...I've just stolen two barrels of coke. I feel sick as the realization of what I've done hits me and I fall to my knees, vomiting.