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As he walked across the dry lawn, the grass crunched with every step. He made his way through the darkness to the side of the house, quickly peering over the corner to spot any witnesses, which he hoped were none. He went around the house looking into the windows looking for the object that is the reason for his midnight stroll. He finally finds it in the second window of the brick house he peered in. A safe full of savings...he had heard it contained nearly seven million dollars but it was only rumor. He heard a noise come from within the house and he skimpered away from the property towards a black SUV awaiting for his confirmation. "Did you see it? Was it there?" the man driving asked. "Yes, it was there in the corner," the theif replied. "That is what we need John, for your family to live you have to steal that safe for me or at least what is inside," the man instructed. John forced down a mouthful of fear, he didn't want to do this but his family was being held captive and he would do anything for his family. "When should I do this?" John asked wearily. "This Friday at 3am, as you've observed the mother wakes at 5am to get ready for her job and ready her kids for school," the man answered. o o o John parked his car at the curb near the house and observed the mother calling in her three kids for supper, one needing assistance for he was in a motor wheelchair and looked as if he could barely move an inch. John felt that feeling in his gut tearing at him like a madman. Should he really do this? He's never stolen before and he sure didn't want to start now! He opened his car door and made his way to the door and raised his fist towards the door and lightly knocked three times. The mother answered the door with a smile that seemed to be masking her sadness. "Yes? May I help you sir?" "I'm looking for a Mr. Dale? Does he live here or do I have the wrong address again?" John blushed. "No, there isn't a Mr. Dale here but if you'd like you may come in and have a drink," she smiled. "Certainly, thank you very much Ms." he said shyly as he walked through the doorway and made his way to the dinning room table which was an unsturdy card table. "What would you like? We don't have much but we have good stuff. We have water, homemade tea, lemonade and apple juice," she chuckled. "I'll take the homemade tea, please," John said observing the house more. "What happened to the husband, if you don't mind me asking?" "He passed away from lung cancer, I kept telling him that cigarettes are horrid for one's health but he paid no mind to me. We received his life insurance not long after surprisingly...it turns out he had a fortune hiding from us so I decided to hide it and save it for my son's operation, which is mighty costly these days," she sighed. "I'm sorry I asked," he whispered. "No, it's fine," she half sobbed. Just then, a thought raced through John's mind. Should he take what is theirs? The only reminder of their father they have to help them through tough times? The money that was going to be used in order to better her ailing son who could barely move and only to save his family being held captive by a bunch of murderers? What should he do?
gothgirl added this comment 2011-03-07 22:43:36-06:00
wow this is brilliant!hope there is part 2!!!! sounds like a movie i saw..awesome:)
gothgirl added this comment 2011-03-07 22:43:36-06:00
wow this is brilliant!hope there is part 2!!!! sounds like a movie i saw..awesome:)