Robbing My Mate's Brother

3. Caught

Kara

As I lay in under my blankets trying to fall asleep, I hear a noise coming from outside. Someone's out there! No one ever comes over here. No one know about this place, not even Mike.

Someone starts moving the layers of wood and metal pieces off of the side of my 'house.'

What are they going to do? The last time someone found my shelter, they made me give them my supplies and all of my money and I was so scared.

I scoot all the way to the back of the shelter. Then, I grab the kitchen knife I found in the dumpster one day and clutch in it my hand.

The last piece is removed and a huge scary man stands before me. Immediately, I lower my head. My father didn't like it when I looked in his eyes and I don't want to make this man mad. He's so big, bigger than my father. His fists and legs could easily kill me...

"I won't hurt you. Just give me my brother's credit card. You can keep the cash," he says. They found me. I always knew someone would find me and hurt me for stealing their stuff. He's going to hurt me...

"I won't hurt you. I can see that you are only trying to survive. You can keep all of the money, but that card," he pauses, "It has access to a lot of money. Enough money for it to be a felony if I report it to the police." Felony! I....I can't go to jail. What if my dad found me! I can't survive in jail! I....I....what do I do?

I grab the wallet, which was still full, except for Mike's cut, and I throw it to him. What if he hurts me anyways! There are no rules on the street...

"Please, I didn't realize. I....I never use the cards. I just take the cash and burn the rest of the things with the w..wallet," I explain. It's not justifiable! I steal. He's going to hurt me regardless of my reason. I...I don't....can't. "P...please don't get the police involved in this."

"Hey, look at me," he persuades.

Slowly, I lift my head to his. He tenses as our eyes meet. I'm so dead. Death will probably me merciful after he's done with me. Ugh, I shouldn't have taken his brothers wallet. I knew he looked rich. He has almost 800 dollars in cash in his wallet for goodness sake!

"What's your name?" He asks hoarsely.

I can't tell him my actual name. I told Cameron my name was Leila, so I'll just stick with that.

"Leila," I reply.

The man grunts before he shakes his head. "What's your real name?" He asks irritated. How did he know I was lying?

"Please, I gave the wallet back, just let me be," I plea.

"Fine, you don't have to tell me now," he grumbles.

I let out a sigh of relief. Wait. Now! W...what does that mean? "Come with me. I'll take care of you," he offers as if he wasn't threatening me a few seconds ago.

Take care of me? What does that even mean? Is he going to turn me over to the police? Hurt me? Kill me? Make me do....things for him? His brother is going to be so mad! I can't get beat by two people. Especially not two huge buff guys....

I search for my stash of money in my makeup bag with my free hand and push it toward him. "Here, please don't hurt me. I'm sorry I took your brother's wallet. There's almost a thousand dollars in here. I...I know it's not a lot to you, but it's all I have." My body is trembling, sweat lining my face.

He reaches for the knife in my hand slowly. I don't muster the strength to fight him, knowing it'll make it worse. I let out a defeated cry. Suddenly, my face is resting against someone's chest. Why is he hugging me? Maybe he's trying to...assess my assets. I shudder at the thought.

"I would never hurt you. I know you don't understand, but you're the one person I could never hurt," he assures me.

"I know this is scary, and what I'm about to ask of you is even scarier, but I need you to trust me," he continues. Scarier? Trust him? "I want you to come home with me."

"What? Please no, I...I'll do anything. Please," I sob into his shoulder.

"I'll wait outside, with the knife, and you can get anything you want to bring with you," he says robotically. He steps out.

I grab my backpack and start throwing some warm clothes in it as well as my warm blanket. Then, I put my makeup bag with the money in the bag along with my hygiene pouch. Finally, I put my mom's necklace in the inside pocket. I hope he let's me keep my stuff. It's the only thing I have of my mom, and I can't lose it.

I step out of my shelter house and find him waiting for me. "I uhh, took a taxi here, so we have to wait for my brother to come and get us," he says nervously. Why would he take a taxi to confront a thief? Wait, brother! His brother is coming! Please let him have more than one brother. I'm so stupid.

We stand in silence and I try to think of a way out of this. Run. I wouldn't get very far. Fight him. I don't think I could do any damage. I've already begged and plead pathetically.

I see headlights approach the alley and my heartbeat picks up. Wordlessly, he opens the back passenger door and gestures for me to get in. I clutch my pillow and bag as he gets in beside me. The doors lock and his brother starts driving.

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Author's Note:
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Originally posted: 10/9/19