5sos Imagines/doctor imagines \discontinued/

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She paced around her room, she had been for the past hour. The thoughts in her head never giving her a break so she just endlessly paced.

How had her mother found out about the robbery or the killing? She made sure she covered it up. She wore all black clothes a mask even wore a wig. No one should have known it was her. Except the one making her do it. Her ex-stepfather.

Rebekah never wanted to hurt anyone but he made her.

This was the biggest job she had been assigned yet. She was okay with the robbery so she went. She'd done it many times before. Living in Brooklyn when your mom barely makes ends meat really makes you okay with your mom's boyfriend soon to stepfather offering you a job in crime. You get good at it and you get bigger assignments.

"It's a dangerous job kid don't mess this up," he told as he handing her a pistol.

"What's this for," she asked. She'd never needed a gun for other jobs.

"I told you it's dangerous,"

She went to the house or rather mansion actually scared for the first time since she started working for her stepfather.

"You're fine, your fine," she chanted to herself quietly. In reality, she wasn't. She was on the border of having an anxiety attack outside the house she was about to rob.

What made things worse is she found out the house belonged to a rival gang. One that her stepfather's gang had been fighting with for decades.

Nevertheless, she broke in. She grabbed what her stepfather wanted and made her way to the exit. A giant hole in the window of the mansion.

"I wouldn't leave if I were you," a deep voice sounded behind her. She knew she was in deep shit now.

She couldn't let them know she was terrified. She was in a gang now she was tough.

"And why's that,"

"You'll get shot," that was a different voice than the one she heard just a few seconds ago.

"Turn around, drop the painting and put your hands up,"

She did as she was told to a certain extent. She put the painting down and turned around but she pointed her gun at them.

She had gun training she knew how to kill someone and she wasn't in the mood to be shot so this was her best option.

She heard the two men groan. Making her happy. At least she wasn't dead.

"Seriously you think we're scared of you. Your hands are shaking you wouldn't shoot someone if you were paid to," one laughed.

Rebekah looked between the two. One was tall and had bleach blonde hair. He was in a suit. Odd considering that is was three am.

The other one was slightly smaller in height about her height. So around 5'11 weird. He had black hair. He wore a suit as well. Why they were wearing suits now was a mystery to Rebekah.

"Michael could you take care of this," the black-haired one said. He was looking behind Rebekah.

"Sure mate,"

Rebekah spun around. It was too late Michael had already injected her with diazepam a fast-acting drug that instantly made her fall unconscious.

"Who is she," Ashton the back haired one asked.

Michael bent down to where Rebekah has fallen in the ground. He lifted the mask off her face. Shock overtook his face.

"It's Rebekah,"

A/N: so this part of a story I'm making on my Instagram so if y'all want to check it out my user name is Bex.writes