Peanut Butter Criminal

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Jella POV
The worn out letters on the factory will never glow again. The little girl, with the purple bows in her hair, will never again stand and watch the lights as they illuminate the sky. Because my old life is gone. My brother, Peater, and I have taken over the Old Peanut Butter Factory, the one that belonged to my papa. The one that held memories, and felt like home. Except, it's nothing like before. It's quiet, no machinery running anymore, just cold, dark, emptiness. It was quite boring up until a few years ago, when we became criminals. My brother wanted money, and I had no where else to go, so we robbed a bank. It was a lot of fun actually, but to make it even more fun, we had to have names. So, naturally, we became the PB & J criminals. I was the Jelly Criminal, and Peater was the Peanut Butter Criminal. It was fate. We became unstoppable, and, to this day, we still are the most wanted criminals in the world.
I pull the car in behind the factory, and my thoughts begin to pool together. Slowly, a memory bubbles to the front of my brain, and sits there, waiting for me to acknowledge it. To let it ruin me.
"You okay Jella?" My brother asks softly. He places his hand on my shoulder.
"What? Oh. Mm hm. I'm fine."
I park the car, and Peater hops out. He runs to the eaves trough, and jumps up, extending his arms to reach as high as he can. He pulls himself up, and looks back at the car.
"C'mon Jella!"
I nod, and follow him up the building.
Once atop the factory, Peater grabs the keys from underneath the poisoned flower bed, and opens the roof door. He removes his flashlight keychain from his belt, and descends the steps behind the door. I hesitate.
Now's your chance, Jella.
You could run.
You could hide, and never have to live this life again.
He wouldn't have to know.
I shake my head. What's gotten into me?
I follow my brother into the depths of the factory. I will never leave him. I can't.