Sinful || H.S.

4

18th June, 2022

At a snails pace, the boy turns his head around to face me. Even with the darkness setting in, his green eyes glow in the faint illumination the orange skies provide.

I examine his face, taking in his chiseled jawline and prominent cheek bones dotted with a 5 o' clock, indicating he has shaved recently. He's neither as dirty nor as smelly as I am. I can tell because of the faint whiff of mint and raspberries his hair gave off as he turned.

Snapping out of my analytical mode, I stop staring at his face and focus on the luscious curls that were tightly bunched in my right hand. I slap on a furious expression before growling.

"I want my money back, boy." I say, releasing the fistful of hair I was holding, moving my hand to his plain black T-shirt and gripping onto the neckline.

His full, pink lips turn upwards, dimples popping up on either of his cheeks. "Fat chance." He spits, a thick British accent complementing his deep, raspy voice.

On his knees, he's only a few inches shorter than my fully erect body. This gives me an upper hand since I can easily dominate the situation. And while I may look small, ten years of struggling on my own has given me enough meat on my arms to do some demanding deeds.

"Money. Now. Or I swear to God I will snap your neck in a second." I threaten, my long fingers of my left hand, curling and making a choking action.

Instead of looking afraid, he looks amused. The slime-bag is fucking smiling! Did he not hear what I just said or is he on a suicide mission?

To show him just how serious I am, my right arm let's go of his shirt and clamps around his neck, his face going white as I attempt to cut off the circulation in his body.

His flailing arms manage to find their way to mine and his hands clutch into mine, struggling to pull me off him, all the while gasping for air. Eventually, my stamina runs out and my hold turns weak and a smirk creeps into his face.

I hate being underestimated.

His smug look gives me all the motivation I need and I go back to an intense chokehold, to which he finally gives up.

"Fine." He breathes out in between coughs and I smile in victory, releasing his neck from my firm clutches.

He winces as his hands rub the spot my hands were in 2 seconds ago and glares at me, deepening the furrow between his eyebrows.

"Anytime today would be good." I say sarcastically, suggesting that he should pick up the pace because I have not got all day.

"Follow me." He mumbles, standing up to his full six inch self - suddenly becoming this towering inferno I had to look up at - and shuffling down the street.

Silly me for being too trusting, because in a few seconds, his long legs break out in a run. Suddenly, the boy runs like a track star and my size 4 feet are no match for his gigantic strides.

I guess I'm never getting my money back.

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Fed up of having to sit in my bed all day so scum of the Earth robber-boy does not come back, I decide to upgrade my current hiding spot. Something more innovative than the first, for sure.

I make sure to look around before taking the toolbox out from under my bed and starting to construct an upscaled safe.

The rusted pliers work well enough to bend thin pieces of iron over each other, creating a mesh around the tin box I had proficiently folded, giving it the protection it needed from a certain curly haired thief.

I pull out a wire from my toolbox and snip off the ends, exposing the bundle of metal present inside. After connecting one end of wire to the iron and the other end to an extension chord I stole with dexterity from a family of four, I smile proudly at my finished artwork.

Since I am particularly crafty, around six and a half years ago I realised this spot would be the best to set up a new home. The fence behind my bed shields me from the house of an old lady. A very blind old lady who cannot tell that some homeless girl has connected her extension chord to the plug point she has in her shed.

Call me guilty for being a genius.

I pick up a piece of plastic lying on the floor and tap it against the top of the box, grinning proudly when the plastic burns at the contact.

Honestly, I cannot wait to see robber-boy's reaction.

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It's a short chapter I know I'm so so sorry :( I disappeared but I am back! Hope you're enjoying this story so far :D please don't forget to vote/comment/share!