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Chapter Six

I stepped over the dead
husband and wife walking to the master bedroom, there's bound to be money or a safe in there, right?

When I stepped through the entry way, dingy was the only word that came to mind.

It was small to say the least. A twin bed was moved to the corner and there was a small TV on a coffee table in front of the bed. I groaned at the sight of no safe.

I continued to look throughout the house in every single corner.

I learned that there in two story house, there is three bathrooms and bedrooms: the master bedroom, a small bedroom which looked like a guest, and a last one I have yet to explore. But, so far no money.

I stepped into the last room and immediately noticed the direct scent of alcohol and cigarettes. I threw up in my mouth a little at the smell. I scanned the room. It must be a poker room because in it, it has a billiards table, a bar, and......

The safe.

I mentally jumped for joy as I walked over to the safe.
I swiftly popped it open like I have done so many times before.
I had grabbed a plastic bag from the kitchen, and now it was slowly beginning to fill with money. I smirked at my success.

I closed the safe and walked out of the poker room, still smirking.

Then, I heard the front door open and a shout of ,"Mom, Dad I'm home!!".

Shit.

I glanced towards the front of house and saw a teenage boy glancing around for a sign of his parents.

My mind raced for a solution for my current predicament.

Kill him.

No, I need to get back to the motel so I could get sleep.

Sneak out the way I came in.

No, I have money now and that fall from the two story could injure me.

I need to go through the front entrance.

Shit. I cursed again.

"Hey! Anyone home!" The teen yelled again.

I watched him walk from the front door and saw the perfect opportunity to flee.

I sprinted as quickly and quietly as I could with the noisy, plastic bag.
I was almost there with my hand on the door knob when I heard a shout of surprise and footsteps running towards me.

I turned and panicked as he ran at me. He widened his green eyes as they landed on me. I had blood splattered on my T-shirt and a bag full of money, who wouldn't be surprised to find that in their house. Especially after finding out your parents were murdered.

Shit.

"Who are you?" He calmly questioned.

What the hell?! Why isn't there an ounce of panic in this guy's voice?!

I froze, as I took in the situation.

Teenage guy about 19, my age, caught me in the act of killing his parents and robbing his house. And he was acting fucking calm about it?!

I need to get out of here.

So, without answering his question, I unleashed shiny for the second time tonight and threw it at the guy's forehead, unfortunately it hit the wall behind him. He rubbed the top of his mess of curly dark brown hair and looked at me with a startled expression, "What the he-" he began.

But before he could finish his sentence, I threw open the door, he reached for me grabbing a fist full of my jacket. I tugged the fabric free and without another word, bolted to get as far away from there as possible.

***

I ran and ran, then lurked in various alleys to avoid being followed by the teenager.

I sighed at the sloppy job I did, I couldn't believe I was seen. Now I would have to change my hair color and eye color for the second time in two days.

I sighed once again. I will just do it when I get to Seattle.

I walked until the touches of dawn caressed the dark sky. Only then did I feel confident in going back to the motel room.

I dragged myself towards the room and reached into my pocket to only feel air in place where my room key should have been.

Shit.

Okay, now how am I going to get into my room?

I thought for a moment and then kicked open the door.

I felt a stinging in my knees but it was worth it because I could get to my stuff. I lost shiny so you could say I am a little pissed.

I got in to the room and fell on to the bed, throwing the bag of money beside my backpack. I let myself be engulfed in the fluffy pillows.
Slowly but surly I passed into a deep sleep with the thought of...

Where did I drop the motel key?