Our Little.... "Brady Bunch"

Scary and good things can happen... well to me they do

Scary and good things can happen.. well to me they do

    It is my fourth day working at the gas station, I have so much on my mind that I don’t even notice the creepy guy walking in slowly, looking around quickly. The two other girls aren’t with me, one went out for a smoke and one went to the back for more cookies for the counter. He walks the assails and I notice him then. He looks to me and then back to the candy. Then walks to the counter and I notice he doesn’t have anything to buy, that’s when he lifts the gun to my head.

      “Give me the money!” he yells looking to the cash register.

      I am frozen, my eyes not on the gun but on the man. Sweat has begun to leak out of his forehead and runs down his cheeks. His hands tremble slightly and his eyes dart around in all different directions.

      “You don’t want to do this do you?” I ask him softly.

      “What? Just give me the fucking money!” he yells.

      “Please, I know you don’t want to do this. You know you don’t want to do this.”

      “Your wasting my time! Do you want to get shot?!” he yells even louder.

      I don’t answer him and he aims the gun above his head and fires, making glass from the light shatter down and cut my arms and cheeks.

      “I said, do you want to get shot?” he asks leaning over the counter and grabbing my shirt, pulling me to him.

      I see movement in the corner of my eye and see Suzy look into the window and then call the police. She runs to the back of the store, I am guessing to tell Becky.

      “No.” I whisper.

      “Then. Give. Me. The. Money.” He growls throwing me away from him and I stumble back into the cigarette case and more glass pierces my skin.

      “COME ON!” he yells and I get to my feet, but not before the police roll into the parking lot and begin running up to the store.

      “Dammit!” he screams and points the gun back in my direction and firing two times but both times the bullets land on either side of me. The police run in and tackle the man onto the floor.

      Becky and Suzy runs in and puts arms on my shoulders.

      “Are you okay?!” they screech.

      “He didn’t get the money.” I tell them my voice far away.

      “Okay, that’s good but are you okay?” they ask again.

      I nod and push past them and out the building, not bothering to stay behind and answer any questions, their all taking time handcuffing the man and walking him through the parking lot. I get in my car and drive home in a blur. My hands shake and my heart still pounds.

      When I walk through the front door they all turn to me and say hi, then look to the clock and back to me and see me.

      “Kristen?! Jesus, what happened!?” Cole asks jumping over the back of the couch and running to me, putting his hands on my shoulders.

      I shrug off his touch and stumble to the couch. “I need to sit down.” I whisper and the boys jump up from their seats and I sit on the couch.

      “What happened?” they ask.

      Just at the moment the phone rings and I jump before throwing it at the end of the couch and stare at the floor.