𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵 (🟢)

10

A month went by, Dallas was still in the cooler. I tried to save up some money for his bail, but it wasn't enough. I didn't want to ask anybody else in the gang, and hell. I knew my dad wouldn't let up any money. So there was only one more option left.

I needed to steal it.

It was about 10 pm before I decided to finally continue with my plan. I put on my jacket, grabbed my gun and put on a ski mask I cut holes into.

The walk to the Gas station was long and boring. I couldn't stand it. When I did this with Dal, it was never boring. We'd always make jokes about how the cashier's face looked when we pulled the gun on 'em, or make jokes about the other customers. But now I was stealing money to get him free.

I walked in and instantly pulled my gun out.

"GIVE ME THE MONEY." I shouted at the cashier as he threw his head up and stayed still in fear. I pointed the gun at him, even though it wasn't even loaded. I clocked it. That made him move quickly, he handed me about 200 dollars in cash. I grabbed it from his hand and put the gun against his head.

"You call the cops, I'll find you. IF ANY OF YOU CALL THE COPS, I'LL FIND YOU, AND KILL YOU." I ran out, sprinted to the Curtis home.

As soon as I arrived, I slammed the door closed and slid down a bit. I exhaled deeply and threw the ski mask onto the ground. Darry ran out, wondering what the hell happened.

"I got Dal's bail money."