Have you ever wondered what a born criminals life would be like? If love is even a possibility in the life of guns and thief's?
Tencedy Lopeza an 18 year old girl is a born and raised a thief. She has learnt fighting and stealing at a young age and...
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I feel awake, alive and free. I'm running for my life but at the same time I'm living. It's funny how my life is so scary and dangerous but at the same time makes me want it even more. I am rushing towards the black van that is driving away.
I hear more and more shooting as they get closer. Almost tencedy, almost. I push myself to run even faster and almost can reach the end of the van.
I look up to see the trunk of the van opening revealing my dad and mom both dressed in a black bulletproof suits trying to get ahold of my hand. I grabbed my backpack from my back and threw it onto the van. Okay, at least the money is safe.
A little bit faster, come on. I decide that it's now or never and as I take one deep breath I jump. My dad had put me into private defense and different kinds of fighting classes when I was little and it all payed off well. Just to think 13 years later I'm running for my life hoping that I would get to see tomorrow. I feel my feet letting go of the ground as I jump. I forgot to put on my bulletproof suit so I guess that's what you get for having bad luck. I feel a bullet burn through the skin of my shoulder and wince at the pain.
Motherfucking shitsack!
I close my eyes not wanting to think about what could happen but as soon as I do that I feel ground again. I made it. Thank god. I yelled at the driver to close the trunk and he does as I say.
"Yes, I did it!" I exclaimed as we lost the shooters.
"I'm proud of you, hunny!" My mom hugged me.
"Next time you should wear your bulletproof suit." My dad said looking at my shoulder. I felt warm liquid running down my back. It wasn't a great feeling. It actually stung and felt gross as shit.
"Well, it's not the first time that this has happened." I said and yawned trying to look cool while a bullet was shot in my shoulder.
"Hold on." My dad said grabbing a big metal thing that looked like it was a bigger version of that thing you use for your eyebrows, and slowly pushed the end in my skin trying to grab the bullet.
When he did he quickly pulled it out as I mumbled multiple curse words under my breath.
"That motherfucker left me a whole in my favorite sweater." I mumbled feeling the whole that still had blood gushing out of it. My mom rapped it up and told me that it would go away and that she would by me a new sweater if I'd wanted one. Yes, I want a new one!
"I think I deserve chipotle now." I exclaimed.
"Let me see." My dad murmured and opened up my black leather backpack and grabbed the paper bills and credit cards that were in there.
"Without the credit cards this is about $30000, I think." He mumbled counting the paper bills one at a time.
"That's good right?" I asked him hoping for a "good job!" Or a "well done." Instead he quickly nodded at me, which was also fine by me.
