One Way Out

Chapter 1

"If you don't be quiet, we're gonna get caught!"

Paris almost whisper-screamed that. She and Brooklyn have done this so many times before but it still amazed her how Brooklyn could tend to get careless sometimes.

"I am being quiet!" Brooklyn whispered back.

The girls tiptoed to the side of the house, where a door was less visible by the public. It was dark, so that in itself made it hard for them to be seen in their all black attire. These ventures were routine for them, at least three times a week, especially during the summertime like now. They only visited neighborhoods of those who were well off and took only what they wanted at the moment.

Paris began to pick the lock. "Ok B, so when we get in, we probably have about 5 min to get in and out. Most alarms trip the police after about 30 seconds. And the patrol for this neighborhood isn't out just yet."

Brooklyn looks around at the other houses for neighbors that could be peeking out of their windows at them. "How do you know.." she stated.

Paris pauses before she answers, still fighting the lock, "The same way I always do. Figure out what you want to get before we get in."

"You don't have to tell me. I'm not new to this.."

Paris stops and looks back at Brooklyn, glaring slightly. Brooklyn furrows her eyebrows in response. "Can you just come on? The more time we waste, the closer the patrol gets to being in the area."

Paris turns back to the lock and continues to pick it. "You saw them actually leave today right? 'Cause if not, and they're still here, we have even less time."

"Yea I know. I saw them." Brooklyn takes her purple jewel crested pocket knife from her side and flips is open. She looks at her reflection in the blade.

Not even looking up, Paris says, "If you saw them, what you playing with that for?" Her tone is calm. "Just making sure my baby is clean," Brooklyn replies, "You almost got it? It never takes this-"

There's a click, and the door creeps slightly open. Paris stands up. "Alright you ready?" Brooklyn nods.

Paris takes a deep breath and begins to countdown from 3 before she pushes the door open enough for the alarm to trip. But this time, the alarm doesn't trip at all, just sounds two beeps. The girls look at each other before entering.

"Are you SURE you saw them leave? Both of them?" Paris asks.

"Yes! They were both dressed up like they were going to a dinner party or something. They left like 10 minutes before you got here and they took the Audi. They're gone. Maybe they just forgot to put the alarm on."

Paris grabs the gold and black pocket knife from her side and flips it open. She sighs and pushes the door open more. They walk in cautiously. Paris flicks her knife towards the steps, "You take upstairs and I'll do down here. Think of me when you're in the closet ok?" Brooklyn nods and rushes upstairs.

Flipping her knife away, Paris walks over to the fridge in the kitchen and opens it. She takes the two large bottles of peach Ciroc and places them on the island. She then walks over to the TV room.

"Ooooo a Beats Pill.." She picks it up and looks around a bit more but surprisingly finds nothing of much interest. She walks back over to the island in the kitchen and has a seat on one of the stools. She takes her phone out and scrolls to her messages. There's a text from Jeremiah.

"Hey what u doing later?"

He sent that at 6:29, it's now 7:45. Paris contemplates whether or not she should reply. After a minute or so, she decides to.

"Nothing I don't think. Why whats up?

"Tryna have a little kickback. My parents just left out of town."

Paris grins to herself and looks over at her two new bottles of Ciroc. She types, "Ok cool. We'll make our way through :)".

Almost simultaneously, she hears footsteps rushing down the stairs. Paris hops off of the stool and crouches below the island, flipping her knife open. She can hear the person walking into the kitchen area. How could Brooklyn have messed this up? She said no one was home...

Just then, Paris hears three even stomps. Its Brooklyn. Paris stands. "Seriously? What the hell are you running fo-"

"They're back," Brooklyn says, thrusting some dresses into Paris's arms. "They're what?? Now!?" Paris exclaims.

"Yep. In the driveway," Brooklyn remarks calmly, "Just chill, we got this. Nothing that hasn't happened before." She stops in front of Paris and looks her dead in her eyes, "but we gotta go. Now."

Paris nods and picks up the bottles and red Beats pill. The girls scurry over to the side door they entered from and wait. They have to time this exit perfectly... They listen carefully for keys at the front door. They hear them, along with muffled talking. Brooklyn puts her gloved hand on the doorknob and turns it, but does not pull the door open just yet. They can hear the couple arguing.

"How did you leave your ID? Shouldn't you have it in your purse?"

"I thought it was there! I really did. Can't do anything about it now Todd. Just open the door."

Paris and Brooklyn hear the jiggling of the front door handle, and they hold their breath, praying that the alarm only beeps twice and not 4 times. Brooklyn slides the door open......

*beep beep*

They quickly slide out of the door, careful not to make any sounds as they exit and close the door. Paris listens for the couple.

"You could have just waited out in the car.."

"Might as well have a seat and relax while you're in here. Who knows how long it'll take you to find that thing."

Paris nods to Brooklyn and whispers, "They're in." They sneak off a little down the street to Brooklyn's car, placing their new treasures in the back seat. As Paris fiddles with her seat belt she says, "Ok let's get outta here. We'll look at everything over at Jer's house." And with that, Brooklyn drives off.