"So what do I have to do this time?" I asked Mike who was now getting me prepared for what I was about to do.
God he makes me sick.
"Jamie and I figured that we would like some more money," Mike said with a wink. I knew what that meant, whenever Mike would say that it meant that I had to go and do something illegal. Something that I did not want to do. Rob a bank, however it wouldn't be the first time.
If I ever got caught Mike threatened that he would end me and leave me for the cops. I shuddered at the thought, I had to be perfect.
I got up off the couch wearing my 'work' clothes, a black beanie, a black hoodie, black skinny jeans, and my black knee high boots.
"Alright, you know what to do." I nodded and started walking out into the night with Mike in tow and hopped into his car.
We drove in silence until we arrived at the bank. I groaned as I opened the door and got out, "I'll be right here as usual." I nodded and slightly rolled my eyes, I hated this.
I snuck in through the back and located where the red beams were. I hopped over all of them successfully until I reached the safe. I put in the right code which was 36, 2, 10, 24. I grabbed all of the money and stuffed it in the bag that I brought with me that is until I heard sirens. Police sirens.
I hurried up and got past the lasers, successfully again even though it probably wouldn't matter right now. As soon as I got back outside I jumped through the window of Mike's car which was rolled down for these types of situations.
He stepped on the gas and we went forward while I tried to put my seat belt on.
We finally lost the police on the way back and I handed Mike the bag with the money in it. "How much?"
I thought for a second before responding, "About a few grand." I was waiting for the hit to come but it didn't so I guess I did okay on the job.
I let out a sigh of relief when we were back at the house. I got out of the car and headed for the house as Mike followed. I was about to go up to my room so that I didn't have to deal with Mike and Jamie but a drunk Jamie stood in my way. "You gonna make us dinner you little brat."
It wasn't a question but a statement. I sighed and tried to get around her but she pushed me back, back into Mike. I looked behind me just in time to see a hand. Mike's hand.
He grabbed my black hair and dragged me to the kitchen and grabbed a knife to hold up to my throat. I felt silent tears start pouring down my face. He ignored it obviously before speaking those three simple words, "I'll kill you."
He spit at me before putting the knife away and setting out some ribs, "make these," Mike said as he was leaving the kitchen. I was still on the kitchen floor holding my neck like my life depended on it.
I slowly began to stand up and walk over to the ribs where I began to cook them.
As soon as the ribs were ready, I left them on the kitchen counter. I walked back out to the living room and found both Jamie and Mike passed out on the couch. I rolled my eyes and went back out to the kitchen.
I knew not to wake up Mike or Jamie especially when they were drunk. The last time I woke up Mike I got a scar on my leg. I shook my head at the thought.
I headed up to my room and shut the door behind me before I collapsed on my bed. I was exhausted, I decided that I should probably get up and change into my pajamas which was just a basic white shirt and some shorts.
I than turned on my phone to see what was happening in the world that I so desperately wanted to be apart of. I've always wanted to have a lot of friends but Mike and Jamie have always told me that I was too stupid to make friends and no one would want to hang around a loser like me.
It was probably true but I was just grateful for the three friends I have now.
I scrolled through the news since Jamie and Mike wouldn't allow me any social media because according to him it would jeopardize our safety. I rolled my eyes at the thought.
I turned off my phone and got up to lock the door, I didn't trust Mike at night. Especially when he is drunk. He could do anything to me while I sleep and I was not going to let that happen. I don't think he would but I don't take chances.
After that I covered up with my blankets and turned off my light before visiting an amazing world that I wished was my own.
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A/N
Hello fellow people
*Cue the opening music*
I hope you like this book so far and please let me know what you think in the comments, it helps me a lot so that I can improve my work.
Love you guyyyyyyys :)
-Nikki
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