Mr. WANTED's Girl

Chapter 1 - The Bank Robbery

(Lori's narrative continued)

I was lying on my bed, fast asleep. Outside, it was raining slightly. A cold, hard rain.

  It must have been about two in the morning when a sharp tapping awoke me. I opened my eyes warily. Who could be calling at this hour?

  I suddenly began to feel nervous. The cops?

  I was forced to act when the knocking was repeated, more vigorously this time. I was wearing only a cheap skimpy nightdress, so I had to grope around until I had found my dressing gown. My mind was racing, thinking up all sorts of terrible scenarios why someone might be at my door at two in the morning. I even contemplated for a moment whether to find my small revolver, but decided against it.

  Switching on the electric light, I made my way warily over to the apartment door.

(Jack's narrative)

  "Come on, Lori. Come on, come on," I hissed under my breath. What was taking her so long?

  I waited for a few seconds, then rapped on the door again, glancing nervously behind me. Suddenly, I froze. I thought I could hear faint footsteps coming up the stairs.

  My hand slipped into my coat pocket and gripped tightly on my revolver.

  Come on Lori!

  As is by magic, my prayers were answered when the door slowly opened a few inches and I saw Lori's sleepy face pressed against the crack.

  "Let me in!" I whispered urgently, and without asking any questions, Lori pulled me in. I threw one final look over my shoulder as she shut the door.

  "What are you doing here? What's happened?" she demanded.

  I didn't answer her, just held her tightly. Her blue eyes looked into mine questioningly.

  "I had a close call with the cops," I explained. "Too close fro comfort. They're at my place. I had no-where else to go."

  "But I don't understand any of this! Why were the police chasing you?"

  I paused, unsure how to tell her.

  "Me and some of the other boys did a job. A big one. A bank. Someone must've recognized me. Th cops were waiting for me when I got home."

  Lori pulled away.

  "And?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. God, how well that girl knew me.

  I paused.

  "I killed a guy, Lori. I'm wanted for murder."

  She didn't say anything, she just turned and started to fix me a drink with illegal booze.

  "What are you gonna do now?" she asked quietly.

  I thought for a moment.

  "I'll have to lie low for a while. Maybe go to the country."

  I didn't want to let her know how serious the situation was. But Lori was smart. I could tell she knew.

  "I'm coming with you," she said suddenly.

  I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her. How I loved this girl.

  A siren wailing far below in the street made us both jump. We both held our breath as the noise got louder and louder…

  But it passed by.

  "I'll get dressed," Lori said at last, and went into the bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind her.

  I started to ransack the kitchen and sitting room piling as much food and blankets as I could onto the kitchen table.

  I was thinking. Soon, my face would be on every paper and poster in town.

  It would be fine, though. A new place, a new identity. A whole new start for the two of us.

  I smirked to myself and looked down at my briefcase.

  The only difference would be that we would be rich.

Hello again! So this is the first chapter! Hope you are still enjoying! Watch out for changing people's narratives (P.O.V) as I will be doing it a lot! With love, Cinnamon