His Deadly Illusions (On Hold)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I patiently stand in line at the Regions Bank on West Peach-tree Street and I’m wishing I didn’t drink that mega slushy earlier. Damn my small blander and my love for frozen drinks from the Seven-Eleven. The woman in front of me is holding a small little girl around two and has a boy around four clinging to her long skirt. Both are probably the prettiest children I have ever since and they are just so darn cute. However, I don’t think their mother likes that I keep on making funny face causing them to burst in fits of laughter.

Finally when I couldn’t stand holding my pee any longer, I made the hard decision and bolted to the women’s room; luckily it’s after the lunch rush on a Tuesday so the bank isn’t packed. I finish my business and I feel like I can conquer the world, I wash up and look over my appearance.

My dirty blonde/brownish hair that is all natural is pulled into a French braid and my jade green eyes sparkle bright. As a Social Worker, I keep my make-up minimal with powder, blush, mascara, and my favorite berry Chap Stick. Also my clothes are simple with fitted jeans that hug my curves and my purple tank top with my lightweight black leather jacket. My favorite converse sneaker finish my outfit since you never know what will happen when you go to a house to ask the parents of children if they are abusing their kids. For some strange reason people don’t like when I ask that question.

Satisfied that I don’t look like a hobo, I walk out only to come face to face with everyone on the ground and two gunmen with black ski masks. Well damn this is awkward and thankfully I went to the bathroom because I’m probably would have pissed myself.

“Where the hell did you come from?” The heavier gunmen ask me as he points his gun.

I pull my hands up and answer, “The real question is where the hell you came from and really are the guns that necessary?”

“Shut up bitch and get on the ground before I blow your brains out!” Yells the other gunmen.

I quickly survey the men and I realize that they have never done something like this before. One is really jumpy and the other is way too over the top. Also their guns are fake; I can see the orange around the barrel of both guns. Guess they suck at spray painting and robbing a bank.

“First of all there are kids in here and second I’m not a female dog, which is very offensive. Would you like someone saying that to your mother? Also your guns are fake and if you like to see, I have this; see now this is a real weapon.” I answer as I whip out Ruger LC9 pistol.

I almost laugh out loud when they saw my gun, it may be little but it gets the job done. They quickly drop their guns and raise their hands up, surrendering to me with no fight.

“Alright boys don’t move and can someone call the police?” I ask and one of the tellers jumps up and does as I say.

As I point the gun at them, I get my cell phone and quickly dial Uncle Richie who isn’t my uncle, but likes to act like it.

“Jo, you better not be in trouble and need me to get you out of it.” He answers the phone loudly.

I do a false hurt sigh before I say, “Uncle Richie I am hurt, maybe I just wanted to say a friendly hello and see if you are having a lovely day?”

“Please, you never call for a friendly chat and just get to your point.” He barks out and I can sense a smile playing on his lips.

Sighing out dramatically, I reply, “Fine, I’m at the Regions bank on Bull Street holding two men at gun point who tried to rob the bank. Now before you freak out, they had fake guns and no one is hurt.”