Taking the first option will be getting myself into murder and taking the second option would be getting myself in public trouble, either way, I am getting my hands dirty and choosing none, I lose my mom, when I lose my mom, what's the use of living?, she's the only reason I am still putting in effort, fighting this battle to survive and have a better life, but no, I believe I will always be stuck in the street.
It was all but yesterday night I left the place I once called home, and within those periods, it has been nothing more but trouble and issues to solve which none of them has yet being a success.
First, I wanted to save someone who was getting robbed, only to end up destroying a full year operation, second, the gang members still doesn't know my dirty secret keeping me alive, stealing this money will either earn me a forgiveness, or getting blood in my hands will shut the man who might expose me up for good, it now depends whether the money will save me from this guys even if it ends up becoming a success, still, the man in talk is as good as dead because the gangs will be going after him.
It now feels like I was just on a long time vacation from the street and just an opportunity I stepped out of line, I am back in business, something my mom has been trying to protect me from all this years before getting into such accident.
“ We're robbing the bank....”, I said, twelve seconds remaining. “ I don't hear you boy, what do you say?!.....”, “ We're f**king rubbing the bank!!!.....”. A punch landed on my face, something I never saw coming, oh my God, I wasn't bleeding, but I was in pain, holding my nose. “ Don't f**king talk back like that to me ”, he warned, stretching his fingers and rubbing his knuckles which he just used in punching my nose.
“ Keep her safe, we're now on the go....”, he said over the phone as he ignited the engine as we drove off and headed to the Bank.
Shooting on the ceiling immediately we stepped in, he threatened everybody to lie down. Both of us have our faces covered, it feels like this was some kind of another part of me on the move, I was behind the mask and whatever I do, the mask was the only face they saw, both the witnesses and the camera. My hands were shaking, he gave me a gun but it feels like they weighs too much that they're going to drag me down, my feets were shaking as I walk, danger knocking on the door, what if the police comes here?, What if we're caught by the authorities, what are we going to do?, What am I going to say?, Would I be seeing my Mom ever again?.
It was a local Bank, quite a number of people were there, people who came to do transactions, put their money in the Bank or withdraw, I don't know how to do this, I haven't done this before, I am really scared, despite being scared, I've still got to be brave, any mistake will result to us getting busted, which is definitely isn't an option.
What if I just shoot him now, shoot him from behind?, I will be getting my hands stained, but I believe people around will understand why I've to do what I've to do, but what's the difference after all?, My mom is still being held hostage, eliminating him would be the end of my Mom, no difference from when we were still in the car, just that it happened later rather than sooner.
“ What the f**k are you waiting for boy, come and pack this sh*t!....”, Jerry screamed at me, making me rush with my feet automatically, getting out of manual control. The staffs has already unlocked the vault and we're stealing as much as the bag could enter, just as Jerry said, we're not here to wipe them clean, rather take back what I made them lost.
I was still on the go when the alarm began to sound.....“ F**k!... Who the f**k pressed that button?!.....”. I was hearing Jerry screaming at the people out there, I know him, he might possibly shoot someone down, he has no use for anyone who serves him no benefit, I have to act fast or someone is losing his or her Life. I zipped up the bag, taking as much as I've got and ran out of the vault, forcing him to come with me immediately I ran past him, I know that money in the bag will definitely serve as a magnet to draw him after me, it did exactly as I planned as I ran into the car, he followed me in and we drove off.
“ Is that bag full?....”, he asked. It's quite a lot in it, but talking about the money being full in the bag is another thing, I had to run for my safety, as well as to use my move in saving someone's life in there, anyone.
“ No ”.
“ Wait!... What?!....”, he turned and looked at me, I never break the stare, was now looking into his unmasked face, with the car still driving, he reached for the bag, I can tell he wasn't disappointed, but he wasn't greatful, because he believes there's still enough space for more.
“ F**k!....”, he hit the car horn, but never channeled the anger to me, but I know that I just messed up. “ Why are you trying to help me?....”, I asked him, trying to change the topic. He turned looking at me, then began to laugh.
“ Help you?.... Who f**king said I was helping you?, I'm a f**king gang leader and I have responsibilities, I'm meant to provide anyway possibly, that's what it meant being a f**king leader..... This money wasn't about having your back, it was about me being a f**king leader, providing.....”.