Rich Boy

Smooth Escape

The man stood in front of me with his arms crossed over his muscular chest and I just stood there starring at him like a fool, thinking of different escape route and I realized that I was...caught. This was not how the night was supposed to go, at all. He reached out his hand, palm up. I sighed, in his eyes I was defeated. I stepped out of the elevator door and reached into my purse and grabbed a small tampon container and threw it at him. It caught him off guard and by the time he caught it I had already took off. There's nothing wrong with a little improvisation once or twice.

Hah! I'm not going down without a fight. "Look for her!" A person with a British accent yelled over the piano sound from the other side of the room. The dumb creep, Mr. Walker, were standing there with three threatening looking guards that almost made me piss my pants. Normally, by this time I'd be long gone but thanks to Mr. Sherlock-Holmes-in-disguise back there I have to deal with this bullshit. I mean, Mr. Walker is filthy rich that ring and watch is nothing to them and based on his actions they have no emotional value either. Luckily, no guest paid attention to what was going on since they were too busy laughing about rich people things like...caviar or cars? Do they do that?

A white scarf hung over a woman's purse in front of me and she had her back to me and deep in conversation with her friends so I sneakily grabbed it and tied it around my head, it definitely won't make me unrecognizable like Clark Kent when he puts on glasses but it'll help a bit...I hope. I can't afford getting arrested right now, If I do then I won't be able to be there for Kat and my face will be stuck in a register so I wouldn't be able to get a job or continue doing what I like. I take a deep breath and focuses on escaping, if I get distracted I'll definitely get caught.

I squeeze through tons of well dressed people as I Power walk towards the door. Almost there! But just as I stepped outside a hand harshly grabbed my wrist. Please don't be Mr. Walker, please, please! I turned around, it was the man who previously had caught me and also the man whose at fault for this mess. I glared up at him and he rolled his eyes and nodded towards the outside. He wanted me to follow him out. Why? I sighed and followed behind me as he walked about ten feet away from the mansion.

"Give me the watch," He said. "And no tricks." He added and placed the box of tampons in my hand. He is quicker than me, clearly stronger than me and probably has more connections than me. This time I am truly defeated. "Fine." I said, my voice filled with frustration. I opened my purse and gave him the watch. "Now, can you let me leave this stupid party?" I yelled and he smirked, a row of perfect white teeth showing, his smirk was a lot better than Mr. Walkers.

He crossed his arms over his chest again, a clear attempt to look threatening and I raised an eyebrow. "I don't know, can I?" I groaned in anger, getting tired of playing cat and mouse with him. "Okay, may I leave this party without getting arrested?"

"Ha! So you admit to stealing?" I am about five seconds from grabbing this guys throat and squeezing until I see the life leaving his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." I looked at his face and it seemed familiar, I have no idea from where though.

"You may go." He made a motion towards the street and I happily followed the motion, eager to leave this disastrous evening behind. "Wait!" I turned around. "What's your name?" I pondered on wether or not I should tell him. "Sabrina." I yelled and started walking again.

The subway ride home was stressful, I expect that the mystery man to have called the cops by now and given them my description and they'll be on the look out for me. I subconsciously thought that they were going to burst through the subway doors and handcuff me like I handcuffed Mr. Walker to that bed. The train stopped at its final destination, my station.

I hate going home this late since it's not a good neighborhood, lots of gang stuff and shootings here and there. And the schools here are also bad, the kids are totally unwilling to learn anything or to even act like they're learning something like I do. My Mother insisted that I'd go to a more expensive school and she worked her ass off to get me in, always telling me that education will get us off the streets. She was wrong though.

The door to my apartment was open. Oh, no. Not now when I'm so close. I pushed on the door until it was fully open, not stupid enough to just enter without assessing the situation. I released a heavy breath I didn't know I was holding, It seemed to be empty. I cautiously walked in and banged my fist on the wall. "Hey! If anyone's in here, get out! I got a gun and I'm willing to use it!" I yelled, despite knowing that I'm unarmed. I got no reply.

I turned the lights on and noticed that the small TV we had that Mom always would watch 'Law And Order' on, was gone. No, no, no, no, no, I ran into my bedroom and looked on the dresser, my Moms jewelry box was missing.

Tears was streaming down my face, this was the only thing she left me and Kat and some thieves stole it.
This is the difference between people like me and people like them. I steal from people who have everything and they steal from people who have nothing.

I removed the board from the wall that was hiding my money stash and thank god it was still there.

A red spray painted gang sign was on my wall now, the people who did it were clearly proud of what they did. It wasn't even well done, if you have the time to rob an apartment you have the time to perfect a gang sign. I can't call the cops either 'cause I'm a criminal and I can't afford even one fuck up.

I unwrapped the scarf from my head, the only thing I profited on today and it's probably worth at most twenty dollars. I peeled of the blue dress I had gotten  from a second hand store for the purpose of hustling. It smelled like sweat after the party 'cause of how crowded it was and I had to power walk and run from the mystery man and Mr. Walker.

The shower was attracting me like cocaine attracts a drug addict. It was long and cool and exactly what I needed. I got out of the shower and saw that my eyes were bloodshot and red, had I been crying? I didn't even notice that I was.

Laying down in bed after a long day of depressing things is the best thing ever. The only good thing that happened today was that I got to handcuff a spoiled rich guy to a bed shirtless and left him there.

(A/N: Hey! I just wanted to add that English is not my first language, it's Swedish, but as you may know us Swedes are very educated in languages such as English so I can speak and write it fluently. But if you see a mistake in my grammar please tell me, it's better than me thinking it's supposed to be spelled like that through out the whole book even though i'm wrong. Thank you!)