The Twelve Year Old Thief

The Twelve Year Old Thief (4)

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We left at quarter to midnight.  My hands were going numb at the thoughts of what they could do to me while out alone in the school’s parking lot, digging through a dumpster.  They could lock me in that smelly bin of garbage.  They could take me to some abandoned place and leave me there instead of taking me home when we were finished.  There were endless possibilities, but I shouldn’t have been thinking about that at that moment.  Most likely we were to find the note and take me home.  What if the note wasn’t found?  Would they still take me home like they promised?  Maybe they’d be reasonable and realize it was probably already destroyed if we couldn’t find it.  But then again, who knew what went through the minds of those crazy guys?

I didn’t even realize the big truck had come to a stop until one of the men opened my car door even further and shouted in a whisper, “Anna!  Hurry up!”  I looked down.  Both my hands and feet were handcuffed.  How was I supposed to get out of the truck with my feet chained together?  I sarcastically replied, “In case you haven’t noticed, my feet are hand-cuffed together.  Are you suggesting I walk around like this?”  He sighed and, obviously irritated, said, “That’s why I told you to move your feet towards me so I could unlock those cuffs.”  I guessed I was too engrossed in my thoughts to notice him.  I’d better do what he asks, I thought.  I looked at him.  He seemed pretty angry and not just because his face was covered in scary (and not to mention ugly) tattoos.  I breathed a sigh of my own and reluctantly swung my feet around so my toes were pointing towards the guy.  But why was I so reluctant on getting the feet cuffs off?  Maybe because you never know what these guys might try to do, my inner thoughts said.  That’s probably it, I reasoned.  He unlocked them with a silver key on a key ring with about a million keys swinging from it.  He kept one eye on me and one eye on the lock.  Does he think I’d actually try to steal the key?  Please, I have my own ‘key’.  I felt my hair to make sure all of the bobby pins were in place.

I stepped out of the car stiffly.  The car ride had felt like forever, but I doubted it lasted more than twenty minutes.  After he unlocked the chains on my hands, I was carried bridal-style by the man towards the silver fence that lined the school property.  The dumpster was just inside.  Are they going to make me jump? I questioned myself.  I hoped not because that landing probably wouldn’t be too graceful.  Luckily, I saw a rope ladder out of the corner of my eye that went up and down both sides.  Robert ordered two men I never met to climb the ladder.  Another guy held it in place.  The guys, now on the other side, steadied the rope on the other end.  Robert climbed and landed on his feet (in a suit as he always wears might I add) as if he had done this so many other times before.  It was my turn soon after, but I didn’t feel ready at all.  The guy let me down, but still stayed close behind me.  My hands were still numb as much as they were in car and they started to shake.  Just climb the ladder, I told myself.  There’s nothing to be afraid of.

I slowly walked to the ladder, clenching my fists to stop them from shaking so much.  I failed miserably.  Robert noticed my sluggishness and exclaimed, “Just get over here.  Now!”  I nodded and forced my hands to steady as I grabbed a hold on a step.  I cautiously made my way up and back down on the other side, but not before falling on my butt.  Robert and some other men snickered.  “Smooth,” one guy said.   I bit my lip to stop from talking back to the guy.  Once I find finish dumpster digging for these goons I could annoy them all I wanted.  Just let it go, Anna, I thought in my head. 

A few guys still left behind watching for any signs of being caught, we walked to the revolting dumpster filled with unknown garbage.  And I’m supposed to crawl through this for paper?  I thought.  There has to be an easier way.

“Can’t you just shrivel up the garbage and make sure it’s decomposed?” I asked.  “It seems like the most logical thing instead of going ‘dumpster digging’.”

“I don’t think so, Anna,” Robert said, his voice unfriendly as usual.  “We need to make sure it’s in here first.  We aren’t taking any chances.  If we don’t find it, you are going to have to come up with another plan to get it back, and we WILL get it back-” he paused and looked around at the crowd of men, and then focused his glare on me with a devious grin, “-no matter what it takes.”

Well this is going well so far, I thought.  What does he mean that I’d have to think of another plan to get it back?  And we’d get it no matter what it takes?  First of all, I don’t have another plan.  There’s no other place I could think of that we would find it at.  Second of all, I’m not risking everything just so some criminals could avoid jail.  Well, they won’t be able to stay away from ‘The Big House’ forever.  Revenge for everything will be fulfilled before they can leave.

Apparently, I had zoned out for quite some time, because Robert was even closer, waving his hand in front of my face.  I forgot my sudden thoughts immediately when he said, “Pretending to be a statue won’t help you any, Anna.  We’ve heard your mouth plenty of times to know you’re living.”

That comment annoyed me but amused me at the same time.  I knew he was trying to irritate me by the way he said that, but I can’t help but think it sounded a little awkward as I could tell he rehearsed in his mind what he was going to say.

“Rob, dude, if you are going to annoy me with some witty comment, then make it a little more insulting and less humorous,” I replied, mocking careness, but with just a hint of sarcasm that sent the men into laughing fits.  That sent them a hard, hatred filled glare that encircled them all.  Wow, I guess my comment plus those laughing at their boss really made Robert angry.  I seem to do that a lot.

“Men, get back to work,” Robert said with pure hatred that showed how much he wished he could fire them all.  “I didn’t hire you to make jokes with a twelve year old little girl.”  There’s that little girl term again.  Do I LOOK little? No, not even close to small.

As Robert put my hand cuffs on, I said under my breath so only he could hear, “I’d just remember what this ‘little girl’ is capable of, Robbie.”  I mocked innocence.  “Besides, you wouldn’t want to get on my bad side, would you?”  I fluttered my eyelashes and smiled sweetly.  Robert just walked away.

“Go ahead, Anna,” the man from the car said in a deep voice after the hand cuffs were tightly around my wrists and the dumpster.  An extra medal chain that was 3 yards long replaced the chain that was about a foot long.  At least they were giving me a way to move in those cuffs.

I didn’t want to be here all night.  I needed my beauty sleep.  I just dived right in as if it was the most natural thing in the world.  I did my special ‘swimmer’s dive’ to get in it, but instead of splashing in water, I landed on that chair I mentioned earlier.  Boy that hurt.

I sensed that I wasn’t getting any beauty sleep that night.