Innocent Fugitive

Breaking In

"We have to do it tonight," Bella turned and stared at Margo. Margo had changed so much since Bella had first met her. She was taller for a start but she was still shorter than Teresa and Bella. Margo had blonde hair that draped over her shoulders when let loose. Now it was tied back and revealed the small face and blue eyes of Margo clearly.

"Why tonight?" Margo asked suddenly, knocking Bella back to the present.

"Because, if we don't do it tonight then it might be too late to help my uncle," Bella walked to the sidewalk and put her arm out.

"What are you doing?" Margo asked, "Are you hailing a cab?"

"Well, we need some form of transport, don't we?" Bella replied as yet another cab ignored her.

"But a cab? I mean, do we even have any money?" Margo continued.

"Yes, we have money," Bella sighed. Margo could sometimes ask too many questions, "Just trust me okay?"

"Okay," Margo nodded.

A cab pulled up beside them. The window wound down and a young male face appeared inside the car.

"Well, well, well. What can I do for you Bella Falderson?"

"Joseph," Bella almost spat the name.

"Who is he?" Margo asked curiously, "Is he your boyfriend or something?"

Joseph laughed, "No, but I could be if I wanted to, couldn't I Bella?"

"Shut up and take us to bank. I need to get out some money," snapped Bella. She was in no mood for Joseph right now.

"Yes sir-ee, just askin' that's all. Although you do owe me one," Joseph replied.

"You can dream," Bella retorted.

The cab ride went longer than it should have. Bella was getting seriously annoyed. Joseph kept making stupid jokes and leaning over every red light to touch her legs. By the time they arrived at the bank, Bella had had enough.

"Hey what about my money?" Joseph called out as they started to walk away.

"I ain't paying you, you freak," Bella yelled back.

"You owe big time Bella!" He cried as he drove off.

"Yeah right," Bella muttered under her breath.

"Someone should call the police on him, I swear he harassed you," Margo stated.

"Someone has," Bella turned and started walking towards the bank. Before  "So, do you remember the plan?"

"Yeah, we sit in the waiting room for about two hours and if anyone asks, we say we have an appointment but read the time wrong, so we are really early," Margo moaned. This was the fiftieth time she had to repeat that.

"Good. Then when they tell us to leave..." Bella began.

"We tell them sorry, and that we need to find the toilets as we have been waiting all day," finished Margo.

"Alright, we've got the first part, and we'll get to the second later, come on," Bella had begun walking again and waved for Margo to follow.

The bank was a dark, droopy place that reminded Bella of a library, except libraries weren't as heavy in security. There was a large front desk with several people speaking on phones. They were the only people talking. Bella and Margo took their seats beside an old man with a walking stick and a couple in suits. Behind them were a teenage couple making out and a very uncomfortable looking parent hassling her children.