The Twelve Year Old Thief

The Twelve Year Old Thief (15)

Hey guys, here's an update for you (I know, FINALLY!!)  =) ENJOY! P.S...chappie 15 woot woot!

It might not be that good, because I lost about 10 paragraphs and had to rewrite =(

Anna's P.O.V.

I threw an extra change of clothes into my overnight bag, along with some other necessities.  I found my phone charging in the corner of my room, and tugged on the wire.  I checked my messages- I had eight new texts.

I'll check them later, I thought.  I didn't have time to text.

I threw my phone onto my bed and plopped down next to it.  I didn't even notice my hands were shaking from exhaustion.  My eyes were trying to shut, but I didn't allow it.  I reluctantly got back up and turned off my light, leaving my self-pity on the unused sheets.  I didn't have time for a pity party.  Luke needed me now more than ever.

Throwing the bag over my shoulder with a grunt, I looked back into my room.  I didn't know how long it would be before I saw it again.  If I walked out the front door, I couldn't turn around or change my mind.

Descending the stairs, I felt a bit sorry for my mom, who I could see was still standing outside.  But she needed to understand what Luke meant to me and all the things he did for me.  Even though he made this whole mess, I still had to help him get out of it.

My mother heard me come downstairs, and whipped her head in my direction, immediately charging towards me.  "You have no say in the situation, Anna," she scolded.  "I'm not allowing you to leave this house right now.  Go back upstairs and let your father deal with it."  She ended with a hugh and placed her hand on her hip.  You're really not intimidating, I laughed in my mind.  Ha, she thought she looked all thought.

"No," I stated and walked around her and into the kitchen.  Her mouth was open, and she quickly shut it, scowling at me.

I scooped some snacks from the cabinet and slid them into my bag.

"You can't say no to me," my mother argued.  "You cannot step out that door!"

"Watch me."  I was finished with her.  If she actually cared, she would have understood.

(A/N: SURPRISE POV!)

Robert's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe what those kids had caused.  They were little kids.  And they were tearing my plan apart.

 "What have you done now, you idiots?" I growled at the men.  They needed to shape up.  I faced the passenger seat at the front of the car.  "Get out of the car!"  The guy (What was his name?  Mike?  Mark?) opened the door and scurried away from the vehicle.  I jumped up front, banging my head in the process.  I mumbled a curse while rubbing my head.  "You guys screw everything up."

I didn't notice them rolling their eyes or shaking their heads.  I only focused on myself- they didn't matter at the moment.  "You need to get your acts together."  I rubbed my forehead and looked backwards.  "Go check on the kid," I ordered.

One of the men jumped out of the backseat and walked to the back of the car.  He was back seconds later.  "H-he's not there, sir."

I closed my eyes and clenched my fists.  "What?" I questioned calmly.

"He's gone."  And that's when I punched the person closest to me.