The star of my code

Chapter 13: The past is coming back

"Wait here, okay honey?"

I nodded and my dad went to one of the women that were behind the counter. I love coming to the bank, its an amazing building.

I was admiring all the structure when a loud noise filled the whole building.

"EVERYONE AGAINST THE WALL, HANDS UP!!" A man covered with a black Hood yelled. Three other men like him appeared. I remained sitting on the bench, completely unable to react to what I was seeing.

One of the men approached me and I couldn't help but start crying, a 15 year old should never live a situation like this.

"Honey, it's okay, it's me, just do what they are saying, okay? Everything Will be all right" I could recognize his voice. Why is he doing this? Why doing in it while I'm with him?

I went with the rest of the people and put my arms up.

When I looked at my right i saw two dead bodies, they were of guards of the building. I almost vomit, but was able to avoid that. One of the hostages took one of the guns while they were not seeing. An stupid but brave move at the same time.

When they had all the money, they started to run outside. My dad was the only one that was still inside. The hostage that had the gun saw this opportunity and pointed my father with it.

"You Will regret this" My father looked at him, his eyes full of fear.

I took the other gun from the other guard and pointed the man.

"Don't shot him!" I yelled, and he looked at me with surprise, my hands shaking because of the fear and because of how heavy that gun felt.

"What the hell are you doing?! He is the bad guy here! I'm done with these people. Stealing us and leaving us WITH NOTHING!" He pointed again, but before he could pull the trigger, I did.

I suddenly woke up, falling from my bed over my bad wrist, that shit hurts. I took my phone to see the time, 4:00 am. I woke up and took a fast shower before trying to get some more sleep. Another fucking nightmare. How could I survive to that being that Young?

I hated my father everyday I spent in the juvenile prision. They'll barely let me go out to see my mather, who died a few months after that. At the age of 18, since is the oldest age to go to this kind of place, I visited my father for the first time.

When he first saw me, he cried for a few minutes. After he finished, I yelled at him how much I hated him and that was going to be the last he was going to see me. I don't know why but, I gave him the oportunity to give an explanation of why would he do that for me, and thank god I did.

With all the treatments for my mother, my father left a few things without paying, including some debts with the wrong people. They threatend him to kill me and my mother if he didn't pay back. It wasn't the first time he went with him to some operation, but in the first one, he screwed everything up. They gave him a second chance, but with one condition: you Will bring your daughter with you, if you screw it up again, I'll kill her right there. If you don't bring her, she and your lovely wife Will be dead. If we succeed, there is nothing to worry about.

After telling me that, he started crying again. Bringing his daughter knowing she was under death threaten, I didn't believe him at first, but I was aware on how much he loved me. I finally got the explanation of why did he do that. But because of this, my record was totally stained, making it impossible to get a job. That's why I had to move to another continent, a place where nobody knew who I was.

The fact that I was from Spain and my career made everything easier. Nobody wanted to know anything about my personal life.

The time I spent in the juvenile prison was a hell. I had to learn to defend myself, since almost all the people in there were pure evil. The guards didn't do anything, they didn't give a shit. I jumped at every sound I Heard, scared that someone was coming to get me. I took me some time to get over that and not flick to anything I Heard.