I was in my room trying to figure out how I'm going to sneak out to see that new graphic movie Attacked. Normally this would not a problem, but unfortunately this is the night my Dad comes back with a bunch of alcohol. "Little Stan!" I'm sorry it's time for bed." My Mom said "Okay Mom." I answered completely understanding why she could not let me go to bed past 11:00 like usual thanks to my Dad's problem that had started. "You fucking bitch!" I knew my Dad was back from work and when I listened in I could hear smacking and crying. I didn't want her to be alone with him so I rushed downstairs to make sure she would not be harmed further. As I looked up at my Mom, I saw she had tears streaming down her face. "Hey get back to bed you little fucking piece of shit!" My Dad shouted and reached for a beer bottle that he threw at me which just barely missed. "Jack!" My Mother screamed. "Don't hurt him!" I look straight across the room at my Dad. "There's no reason to throw things at me or hit Mom!" I shouted. He started to walk towards me sending my heart in panick. "Listen!" He slammed me against the wall. "You are a little shrimp! So don't tell me what I shouldn't be doing!" He struck me across the cheek and slammed me harder against the wall. "Please stop!" I cried, in much pain feeling my head warm, but that prick didn't listen. He took me and shoved me onto the ground stomping on my back then spit at me before leaving the room. "Oh god!" My Mom said with tears flowing. "Little Stan I am so sorry." She held me close to her. "I hate Dad!" I said about ready to cry. "I know, sweetie." She rubs my head. "I wish he wouldn't of started drinking." She put her head on my shoulder. "Tell you what, why don't you go over to Eric's tonight." I hugged her real tight. and then let go. "B-b-but what about about?" I asked choking. She slowly took her index finger and wiped tears away. "I'll be alright Sunshine." She said planting a kiss on my cheek.
"But I don't want to leave you." I said, wrapping my arms around and her hugging her tight. I just couldn't stand the thought of leaving her with this bastard. "Now go on before your Father sees." She said as she opened the the front door. "Okay bye Mom, I love you." She patted my head. "I love you too Sunshine." I began to take the first few steps out the door. I heard my Mom call out as she shut the door. I began to walk down the street towards Cartman's.
"Hey Little Stan!" I turned around to see Red. "Hey Reddo! what's up?" I replied to the red head. "Just going to rob a bank, want to join me?" Red asked. I shrugged and looked at her. "Sure sounds like a plan." I said. Really, I hated stealing or but it was the only way to help my Mom and sister Alice. Red even said that it wasn't a crime since I needed the money for a good reason. "Great, here." She said handing me a pistol. "Okay so where is the bank at?" I asked. "Just down a couple of blocks. She pointed loading her rifle. I got myself ready for this challenge and gave her a small grin. "Let's get in there!" Red smirked. "Yeah!" I followed her lead and after a few minutes of walking we finally reached the bank. "Wait a minute, this is where my Dad's bank account number is." Red looked at me with a frown. "Well we should get out of here." "No way! I shouted. "This is my chance for revenge." Red started to grin. "Okay then here we go!" She slammed her rifle into the glass door breaking it.
"Alright nobody move!" I exclaimed, hodling up my pistol. Everyone put their hands up and panicked. I jumped onto the check out counter. "Where's my Dad's account number at?" I said holding the gun to a lady with frizzy orange hair. "Haha, very funny kid." She looked rather bored when she replied. I shoved the gun against her cheek. "What's funny?!" I demanded. "That you would carry a realistic toy gun into the bank." She pinches my cheeks. "You're so cute!" I smack her hands away. "Lady I'm not playing! Give us all your money!" Everyone screams and tries to run for the door. "Give me the fucking number!" I shout. She looks afraid now. "Alright sir tell me what is your Dad's name?" I give a cold look. "Jack Kimmick."
She rummages through her files then slowly hands me the number. "Dam your slow!" I snatch the number from her. Red drags over a brief case."Wow, that is a lot of cash!" She said. "Yeah but we are not done yet." I said. Red raised her eyebrow, confused. "What are you talking about?" She asked. "My Dad has a bunch of money in his account." I replied. "But how are going to get it?" Red asked. I wave up the bank account card. "I got the number!" I opened the door to the room. Cops run inside and point their guns at us. "Get down on the ground now!" I walked up to them. "No, I just need a little more time." Red shot the police guy in the head and her eyes widen when the cop dropped dead. "Good work, Red!" I said as I pressed in the key numbers to my Dad's account. Red said nothing and kept looking at the dead body stunned at what she had done. "Get down from there kid!" I hear a girl police officer say who was afraid to come near me after what she saw Red did to the other cop. "Hold on! I'll get down in a few!" I said opening my Dad's locker. Red looked up at all of the money stored in my Dad's locker in shock he even had that much. "Kid I mean it!" She grabs me by my shirt. "Red, help!" I exclaim, looking into the girl's eyes afraid. Red jumps up behind the girl and hits her on the head hard knocking her out. "Nice job!" I said as I put my Dad's money into my bag. Red heard the sound of more police sirens. "We really should get out of here now." She lifted the briefcase up. We ran as fast as we could out and shot people who got in our way. After we escaped I splitted the money, but of course I kept the big part. "Really nice work, Reddo." Red smiled. "Thanks, little Stan. Well I will see you sometime later I guess." She walked away with her briefcase.