The house no one Knows about

EIGHT

She was quiet while I drive her back to her house. I think she really liked the strawberries but she never ate any out my hand like Tasha did. As I drive towards her house I can sense something wrong. I hear faint police sirens and the loud murmur of voices. Bambi tenses up sensing worry. I want to talk to her about it but I know she'll just ignore me. She remains surprisingly calm and stares at her shoes. When we eventually arrive at her house, she shoves her way out of the car to face the six police cars and more than a dozen policemen. I stay in the car and watch the action; it's like Bambi becomes a different person.

'What are you doing here?' she screams

'I'm Lorraine, a detective. We need to search your house for evidence that a thief ran past here'

'Well Lorraine a detective, I'm not allowing you; get out of my house'

'I'm sorry miss but I'm not seeking your permission'

Bambi explodes. She lunges at the police officer, screaming curses and insults. Two other police officers have to hold her back. She kicks at them with her black Vans shoes and shrugs the burly arms off of her. Then I notice that she's also wearing a Vans t-shirt. She pulls an iPhone out of her back pocket and threatens to call the police.

'Sweetheart, we are the police' Loraine says

'Then I'll speak to a Superintendant'

'Go ahead'

She dials the police and holds the phone up to her ear.

'Hello? May I speak to a Superintendant? Okay I'll hold' she pauses to glare at Lorraine. 'Yes, there are some police officers searching my house without a search warrant. I don't know they just-'

Lorraine snatches the phone out of her hand and hits the red glowing button.

'Okay, looks like we're done here' she directs one last glare at Bambi before leading the procession of the exiting police cars.

Once the last police car has driven off, she runs into the house. I get out of the car to follow her. She pushes her bony fingers underneath the floorboards in an effort to reach something.

'Bambi?'

'Back up!' she spits

'What?'

She freezes now and her hands remain where they are.

'Take two steps back!'

I move backwards slowly. She pulls something out from under the floor and shoves it into the couch before returning to meet me at the doorway.

'You need to leave now'

'Why? We were having a good day'

'I know and we hardly ever do but you need to leave'

'Bambi-'

'Thank you so much okay? Please just go'

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I couldn't look at him when I said it. In all honesty, I loved his company but he had to go; no matter how much I wanted him to stay.

'Alright, I'm sorry if I ruined everything' he says

'You didn't ruin anything' I whisper and watch him drive away with regret.

I close the door and retrieve the safe from the couch and pray extremely hard before I open it.

It's empty.

I fling it to the corner and begin to fall into a rage. I scream in agony because I'm frustrated and tired and everything is so hard and nothing can ever work and life sucks. I pull out my hair slide and stab my arm several times because my other attempts at suicide have failed. My arm is covered in blood but my anger soaks up the pain. I break the pin and fling it to the floor before I can calm down. There is rubbing alcohol in the cabinets and also some plasters, so I fix up my arm easily. I need to get back out there and rob circles around those rich braggarts because that's the only way I'm going to survive and I'll kill them if I have to but I have to do it carefully because the police think they have a lead on all those robberies. I'm a class one thief and I'm very good at my job. I've robbed several rich people in the last few years; I haven't been caught because I don't leave trails. I never learned how to be stupid.