Killing Them Softly [ON HOLD]

1. Please

Picture above is how Jade looks.

Jade's POV (Retrospect)

Happiness. An emotion that can be so hard to find, in any way of life. For me, I had enough of it to feel so lucky. Might as well call me a selfish brat! I had it all, a cozy household, a sweet ecstasy-like childhood, and most of all, a gentle, loving father. From the harsh cruelties of Los Angeles, where crime began to flourish drastically to the rise of dangerous gangsters, my father shielded me away with his protection. He always commented that he only stayed alive to keep me safe. Without me, my father would've eaten a gun a long time ago. It had always been the two of us. Me and him. My mother had died from cancer, when I was just only 3 months old. Father told me that she gently smiled at me, as she held tightly onto father's hand, as the heart monitor began to fade its steady beat. I was asleep in father's arms, when my mother passed away in that hospital bed. When I told my father about my mother, he would tell me that she was simply a blessing in his depressed and lonely life. He told me that she was an angel that came straight from Heaven. An angel named Angelina. After her death, my father had to force himself to keep calm as he raised me on his own. And I thank him for raising me, instead of abandoning my helpless form to die. But with the little money we had, ever since the Great Depression, my father had to turn to other jobs to keep us alive.

Jade's POV

Location: Los Angeles, CA.
Date: April 22, 1933

"Dad?", I shakingly asked, standing in my father's bedroom doorway. He ignored me as he began to get his duffelbags ready; his revolver in one hand, fully-loaded. He was at it again. "Dad?", I called out again, tears starting to form in my eyes. He finally stopped everything and looked at me. He desperately tried to show nothing, but his emotions that were clearly seen on his face, was enough for me to make my heart hurt. I knew deep inside he didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave me alone. He dropped everything and pulled me into a hug; trying to calm my shaking form. I began to sob uncontrollably. He begged for me to stop crying. He said it was hurting him to see me like this. After hearing that, I began to calm down, breathing calmly. I looked at him to see his expression. His eyes were filled with hurt, making me feel so depressed. He knew this and he quickly hugged me tighter to calm me down. Neither of us liked this situation that would tear us apart. Neither one of us wanted to let go of each other. So, we both stood there in silence, embracing one another, as we tried to cope with the situation here. I then decided to break the silence. "Please tell me that you'll be safe. Please tell me that you'll be home.", I whispered, my tears starting to form again, as they began to fall onto his dark blue jacket. He stayed silent, rubbing my back. "Jade. I can't promise you that. I can't, honey.", he solemly whispered back. "It's one last heist. After this, we'll be set up for life. We'll be able to survive, Jade.", he softly said, although he didn't sound so excited. Nor convinced. He pulled away from me and began to wipe my tears away. "Don't cry, honey.", he softly begged, as he looked at me. "I'll try to come back, Jade.", he said, saying 'try', like it had more meaning. "Then try you will.", I sighed, kissing his cheek. He faintly smiled, as he grabbed his gun and the duffelbags. He headed for the door, but he stood there, looking at it. Then, he looked behind his shoulder. "I'll come back for you, Jade.", he gently said, before opening the door. I closed my eyes as I heard the door shut. He was gone.

~A few hours later....~

Albert's POV

"That's all of it! Let's go!", Frank yelled, as he hauled the bags filled with cash to the getaway car. "Come on, Al!", Steven yelled, as he head for the entrance doors of the bank to leave. "Nobody get up! Or I'll shoot!", I yelled at the hostages, waving my gun at them. They cowered in fear, as they covered their heads, shirlding their faces. I slowly backed up and began to head for the exit. That's when the alarm bell sounded. "Oh shit.", I muttered. I ran for the exit, but the getaway car wasn't there anymore. Frank and Steven left me behind. "Those backstabbing sons of bitches.", I muttered angrily, as I began to run in a random direction. The sounds of police sirens were heading my way. Fear ran through my body, as I began to run as fast as I could. However, the police cars began to cut my pathway. There was no escape. "No, no, no.", I mumbled in disbelief, as the cops began to get out of their cars. I failed Jade. "Get on the ground now!", a cop yelled. With so much shame, I got on the cold cement ground and placed my hands behind my head. Tje next thing I knew, I felt the cold steel metal of the handcuffs against my wrists. "Oh God.", I muttered, trying to cope with the fact that my daughter won't see me for a while. "You have the right to remain silent. If you do say anything, what you say can be used against you in a court of law.-", the cop read my rights, but my problems drowned out the sounds. The cop pushed me inside the cop car, as he closed the door behind me. I hung my head in shame and defeat. Jade. My daughter. Please don't be upset. Please don't cry when you hear the news about me. Please be safe. "Please.", I whispered, closing my eyes.

Done!!!!!! Wow.....this was really sad:'( Hope yall enjoyed! Be sure to vote, comment, and follow me:) ♥Bye♥