Avenge him

The Group Home

Joycelyn's POV

I hate them.

Ten years they soaked up the limelight, catching the bad guys, getting the credit. Where was I?

Stuck doing the paperwork with thea.

Paper work of Roberts and Jenson's cases. Go figure.

They begin to question my role in all of this, but it's none of their business.

I've always had a role, but the supposed super cops were too slow in figuring it out.

******

Ten years previous

"Sasha what are you doing?" I bite my lip and watch as she climbs up on the roof of a strangers house.

"I'm climbing up a roof, what does it look like." She responds bluntly.

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" I call up to her.

"No!" She yells down.

"Well why are you climbing that house. Do you even know them?"

"Know them as in they know me? No. But I have to keep a close eye on the houses I rob."

"YOURE GOING TO ROB THE HOUSE!"

"Jeez joycelyn why don't you go ahead and call 911 while you're screaming. Do you want to get caught?"

I shake my head at her sarcasm and follow her up to the roof.

"Why are you robbing this house. You're a good person."

"I try," she snorts.

"I'm serious. You have never done anything like this before."

"Joycelyn, are you going to help me, or just lecture me?"

I grunted and continued to climb the roof. We came upon a locked window. Sasha took a bobby pin out of her hair, and fiddled with the lock.

With a click, the window popped open, and we entered.

"I still don't understand why we have to rob a house," I whisper.

"I already told you. Amelia has been having some... Problems. We need money to get the help she needs."

"And why do I have to help?"

"Because your my best friend, and if I'm robbing a house, I'm sure as hell not leaving you at the group home."

I go to reply, but I panic when I see a pit bull fast asleep on the living room carpet.

"Shit." Sasha mutters before grabbing a box with a hand full of items that could bring in about ten dollars.

The pit bull jumps up in alarm and barks maniacally at us. Lights in the house start to turn on frantically.

"Run!" Sasha yells over the barking. We burst through the window. Sasha smoothly glides down roof, where as I tumble down on to a bush.

"Get up Joycelyn!" Sasha grabs my arm and pulls me back towards our bikes.

We petal back as fast as we can, praying no one is following us.

***

"Get up! Everyone get up!" My foster mother yelled throughout the hallways. I was so exhausted last night, right when I got home I fell asleep.

Sasha stayed sound asleep beside me.

"Sasha, wake up. We don't want her to get mad at us," I shake Sasha. Her eyes lids flicker open.

"I hate that lady," she gets out of the bed, and walks into the bathroom. "One day we will drive far away from here. You, Amelia, and me. We will just get into a car and drive."

"That would be great, but in the meantime, we are only fifteen."

"Well when were older, I'm getting us both out of here and make something out of our lives."

Wouldn't that be lovely?

********

"Joycelyn. Welcome back to Earth. You gonna help me with these two or not?"

She held out a long dagger towards me to point at my pick of Jenson or Roberts.

Do I really want to do this? Am I that horrible?

Back to reality, I remember everything they've done and I thoroughly enjoy their obvious panic.

"Absolutely."