The Dumping Ground, who loves me?

Stealing, not the life I planned

Did this over a couple of weekends, so kind of rubbish and full of mistakes...

"Hmm i don't know Bex, it seems a little risky. I mean for a start the cops will probably be already be looking for me, It would be like sending a lamb to slaughter, it just far too risky, plus i'm no good under pressure."
Bex grabbed my hand "please shan, just for me, we need money, how else do you expect us to survive?"
I looked up to the ceiling and took a breath, "fine, but if you or I get caught don't blame me, i just hate the thought of stealing, look where my dad ended up!"
"Don't call it stealing, call it taking what we deserve, if the Government wasn't such a screw over we wouldn't have to do it. Besides, your dad robbed banks, we're going to take a few bits of makeup. There is a difference between the two." she said, her hand still gripping mine.
The rest of the night passed in a drunken haze. I woke up the next morning, my head pounding and my throat parched. The cider bottles and shot glasses on the floor a deathly remainder of why underaged drinking and having emotional problems were never a good combination. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my face. "God i'm never drinking again." I thought to myself. I noticed my phone on the side and picked it up it and looked at the time. I flicked through the missed calls history, there were a dozen of missed calls from someone i didn't know, but i was too hungover to give a shit.

*
"oh my head" i moaned as the fresh air hit me, my hands holding onto my forehead as an automatic response to both the sunlight and the pain.
"Come on shan, we've wasted half a day already, get a grip woman."
I scrunched my face up as I looked over to Bex, "how come you're not hungover
Bex pulled her front door shut with such a force i thought the whole of the block of flats would crumble into a whole heap of mush
"Because i know my limits girl." her ice cold hands tapping the side of my face
I stood still for a few seconds while my body decided whether or not it was going to bring up the last remnants of alcohol "Bex,i think i'm going to be sic...
"No you're not, keep moving, you need to get your heart pumping." Bex grabbed my arm and lead me out of the block of flats towards the streets.

*Bex was right, I did feel so much better once I got moving. By the time i got to the shopping centre i almost completely forgot about how crap I felt. I had not been to this shopping centre in months, the place still looked the same. The only change was the place actually smelt clean. Whenever you used to come before you would gag at the small of human piss and shit. We took a seat outside boots and watched the world go by for a bit. "What time is it?" Bex asked, barely moving from the position she was sat in "2:40pm" i replied half heartedly. "Perfect, it's what i like to call, lifting o'clock." bex smiled at my confused expression "around this time all the security staff go on their breaks, it's only the shop workers in, half of the time they see you and they can't be arsed doing anything about it as they're too busy doing other things.
"Hmm, whatever i shrugged as i followed my best friend into the shop.
I did everything bex told me, i filled my bag up with anything i thought we could sell on around the Estate. That was the easy part, getting out was the part i was dreading the most, i didn't know how stupid Bex must be to think that the boots staff just let her get away with it because of not being arsed to stop her, i mean what would they say when the CCTV was reviewed, that "oh jeff and the other security staff were on a break and we were cleaning up on aisle 2 and didn't have time to stop her? It just seemed a crazy thing to do. After filling my bag up with a few items, i headed towards the exit. Beads of sweat started appearing on my forehead, i used the back of my hand to wipe it away. "Act normal, act normal." i said over and over in my head. The exit was getting closer and closer, I could almost taste the harsh chemicals of the clean shopping mall, either that or the alcohol was making another ugly appearance again. "Excuse me miss?" came a voice behind me. I gritted my teeth and turned around to see a tallish man standing over me "er yeah." my voice croaked. "Can you come with me, I would like to ask you a few questions." said the man sternly. Should i run, should i go with the man, what should i do? My mind was doing ten to the dozen. Without giving it a second thought i ran with all my might....

I don't know how i managed to escape without anyone catching or grabbing me, but i did. I pretty much ran the whole way back to Bex's house just encase someone was still following me. "Shan, you ok, what happened?" Bex asked as soon as i walked through the door. I flopped down on the sofa next to her "security guard came after me, i bolted, i i i i thought that that, suddenly my heart felt like a wild bird trapped in a cage and my  breathing seemed to go all out of place, bex i can't breathe i panicked. My whole vision seemed to go blurry and the walls started caving in "help, help, whats going on?" Bex ran a glass under the tap, knelt down in front of me and passed it to me "Shan look at me," her voice all calm and relaxed "you're having a panic attack, you need to take deep breaths."