On The Run.

3.

July 10th, 2018.
Brooklyn, New York.

As Robyn and Chris grew closer as friends, they also grew closer as partners in crime. They have now upgraded themselves from the corner store, to big supermarkets. With their masks covering their faces, nobody knows who the criminals are. The only thing that could put them behind bars, is their voices.

But they make sure never to hit the same place twice, so they don't get caught.

They don't do this for the cash anymore, they do it for the thrill... but sometimes they have to do, it for the cash. As Chris's adopted father keep spending the cash on stuff for himself, Robyn and Chris need to keep doing this. In order to live.

Andrew Price, doesn't care where they get the money from. As long as all of the money goes to him, he's fine with it. So Robyn keeps enough cash in her bra, or shoes. Just so she and Chris can live off of that.

It was now close to 5:30 in the evening. And Robyn had an idea of robbing a random person on the street. After they robbed the poor helpless woman, while other people were too scared to help. Robyn and Chris made a getaway back into the alleyway, where Chris had parked his car.

"This bitch only had 20 dollars in her purse. The fuck?." Robyn yelled after she looked through the bag.

"We'll go to a bank tomorrow. We can steal a lot more in the daytime. And even put a lil fear on people's faces." Chris said, as he drove them back to his place.

"Let's just go home. I feel like getting drunk." Robyn said, as Chris agreed with her. Before she turned the radio on.

After they got back to Chris's place, they both were in the basement. Which was turned into Chris's room, after he turned 16. They sat down with some snacks and a drink, while they played on Chris's Xbox. That he had to pay for himself as a Christmas present, when he was 18.

"Chris? Get yo ass up here, now!" Andrew called out, making Chris roll his eyes and sigh.

"Ugh, the fuck does he want?." He asked while getting up after Robyn put the game on pause.

"Want me to come with you?." Robyn asked, as she got up.

"Nah. Stay down here. I'll be back." Chris said, as he made his way up the stairs.

After Chris made his way through the door of the basement, Robyn looked around. Every time she's in this room, she's always with Chris. So she never really has time to look around, seeing that they are always talking. Or planning their next heist.

But before Robyn could look around she heard a glass break, and a loud sound like someone had fallen, coming from upstairs. She quickly ran up the stairs and out of the door. She went into the living room, where she saw Andrew kicking Chris in the stomach and anywhere he could.

Robyn quickly picked up a knife to go in front of Andrew to just threaten him to stop hurting Chris. But instead she tripped on the carpet and the knife when into his back.

Robyn screamed as Andrew fell face first on the ground, luckily for Chris he'd seen just in time and moved his now bruised body to the side, so Andrew wouldn't fall on top of him.

"What have I done?." Robyn asked herself. But it wasn't in her head, like she thought she had said it. "Oh my god! What have I just done?." Robyn screamed as Chris grabbed the end of the couch, to pull himself up.

"You saved me. That's what you did, Rob-"

"I just killed somebody. Oh my god! I just killed a person!" Robyn said as she walked back and forth, before Chris walked over to her.

"First, sit down." He said, pulling a chair out for Robyn to sit down on. "Secondly. You tripped. But you saved my ass." He continued before Robyn took a breath.

"Are you okay?." She asked Chris, before she touched his face.

"I'm okay! It's not something new." He said with a little hiss, as Robyn removed her hand from his cheek.

"What-"

"He was mad just cause I didn't get enough alcohol. I tried telling him I don't have the cash, and that he has all my cash. Then he slammed me to the ground and started beating me. Look, Robyn. This is a good thing-"

"A good thing? How is this a good thing, Chris?." Robyn asked, as she stood up. "We have to get rid of him." She said as she began to panic, again.

"Okay? This is what we do! You go upstairs. On the right side there's a closet. Bring me something we can cover him up with. I'll try and take the knife out of his back, and try and make it look like a break in. Then we need to move." Chris said, as he now began to panic. Just a little bit.

"Move? What do you-"

"Robyn! We ain't got time. I'll tell you when we get his body away from this house!" Robyn ran up the stairs and did as told. As Chris started to make the place looked like a break in.

He ran into the kitchen to grab a trash bag, to take the knife from his adopted father's back. Chris took a deep breath before he took the knife out. He finally took the knife from Andrew's back, and wrapped it up in the trash bag. As Robyn came down the stairs.

"Oh lord I'm gonna be sick." She said, seeing the sight in front of her. "Okay? Now what do we do?." She asked Chris as he went into the kitchen to grab some gloves.

"Put these on. And put that on the ground." He said as he put his gloves on. Robyn did the same, after she put the bedsheets down on the ground. "Okay? Now we put him in there." Chris said, as Robyn looked at him.

"We both? Hell no. I'm not-"

"Rob! Just do it, okay! Take a deep breath if you have to." Chris told her, before he made sure that the bedsheets were flat on the ground. "Okay. You grab one end. I'll grab the other. After 3 we put him into the bedsheets." Chris continued, as Robyn took a breath.

"Okay. I'm ready." She said, before she grabbed Andrew's legs. As Chris grabbed his arms.

"Ready?" He asked after they got a good grip on Andrew's body.

Robyn nodded her head yes, before Chris started to count from 3...