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On morning we reported to do our daily woke like we always did in the kitchen. Victoria, James, and Laurent smirked wickedly. James stood up.
"Ladies," He circled us, "We have a new job for you."
They laughed and snickered evilly.
"What is it?" I whispered.
"We want to see how useful you three really are. We're going to take a little trip this evening, to a very wealthy house, to see some very wealthy people. Old friends of ours, in fact. You might even now them." James played with the ends of my hair as he circled us. "In years past we helped them often by supplying a great deal money. It's been ten years and none of it has been repaid. I want you three to go into the house and simple take anything of great value. They won't mind, seeing that we pulled them out of debt."
"So you want us to steal." Rosalie said in a tough voice.
"Not steal sweetheart," he whispered in her ear, "repay." We sat there for a long moment. He continued "Actually several people owe us a lot of money." A wicked smile spread along his face.
"You're lying!" I shouted. Victoria stepped forward. "Oh looks like she caught us James. She must know that we haven't giving money or anything like that. But that's okay," she drew a knife out of her pocket and placed the blade lightly on my neck. Alice and Rose let out a startled gasp. "I think they know if we don't get what we want," she put more pressure on the knife, a small line of blood formed, "they might not get to breathe or see there loved ones ever again!" She wiped the knife back into her pocket. "But I know they love us, because we even got them new, matching outfits for tonight."
"New outfits!" Alice said, almost happily.
"Yeah, why don't you go put them on?" Laurent spoke up, there in you're room. And with that they shoved us out. I swear I heard them laughing.
When we climbed into our room we saw that clothes had been tossed carelessly on the ground. We had black track suits, with black tank tops, and black hats. Our shoes were boots with silver buckles. Alice made a face. We stripped down and slipped the flattering sweat pants on. We tugged the tank tops over our heads, and snuggled in the sweat shirt, for it was the only warmth we've had in days. Alice plopped on the mattress and fought the heavy boots on her feet. The latch opened Victoria flew in, holding a large, and bumpy sack.
"Now let's see you." She said strutting towards us. "Tuck your shirts in!" She commanded and we tucked without missing a beat. "Zip that sweatshirt!" She scolded Alice, who fumbled as Victoria forced Rosalie's zipped higher. "Get your shoes on." She said to me, stamping on the ground next to my barefoot. I pounced on the bed in a flash and dragged the boots on.
Victoria opened the bag she brought and tossed a rubber band to Rose and me and told us to put out hair up. Alice's hair was too short. She demanded that we put our hats on covering our hair. She reached deeper in the bag and brought out three belts. Victoria seized my hand and pulled me forward, buckling the belt in place. She did the same to Alice and through the next belt and Rosalie. It hit her in the face and she stumbled backwards, drops of blood oozing out of the cut on her lip. Tears filled her eyes as she put it around her waist.
Victoria grabbed another bag within the bag. It this one was full of weapons. We got a knife, a small bomb, and matches to put in the compartments of our belts. Then she handed us the unspeakable; a loaded gun and extra bullets. "Use it at your own will." She murmured.
She said she would come for us in an hour. I stared at the gun in my hand. I felt sick. I laid on the mattress and slept. Forty-five minutes into the hour, I awoke to a pain in lower stomach that hurt terribly. I began to sweat. Something was happening. Something bad. I just didn't know what.
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We swung tied up in the back of the van, Victoria eyed us, James looked excited, Laurent drove. I looked at the clock on the dash board; ten twenty four. We suddenly stopped. Victoria cut us free and grabbed me. She tucked stray hairs in my cap and pulled the hood of my sweat shirt over my head, nearly over my eyes.
"We're the first wave of attacks." She hissed sliding the van door open and hopping out. "We get ride of the people, and go upstairs." She neared the houses front door, gun in hand. She let go of my arm and rang the door bell, as if she was invited. Nothing. In one swift movement she knocked the door down in a kick and rolled inside. We scooted around, into the main hall with only dimmed lights on. She noticed a chandelier dangling on the ceiling twenty feet up and roughly sixteen feet away. She raised the gun and to my astonished amazement pulled the trigger releasing a frightening 'BANG!' The bullet cut right through the cord supporting the glistening chandelier and I fell down onto the tile floor. The hanging crystal figure erupted in the center and glass and fake diamonds flew through the air. The noise was loud and caused both of us to grimace. If that didn't wake the owners of this house, nothing would.
"Coast is clear." She sneered and pulled me around the crystallized mess and up a grand stair case covered in fuzzy carpet. We entered what seemed like the master bedroom. Victoria pushed a sack towards me.
"Get anything valuable. If you're a good girl you might get something out of it." She rummaged through drawers. I snaked my way into the bathroom. I saw a wooden box with gold along the edges and gold increased butterflies on the lid. I opened it and saw jewels, gold necklaces, and diamond rings as well as other expensive and valuable jewelry. I could her Victoria going through things in the other room and James and Rosalie talking in hushed tones down stairs. She was pleading not to do this. I heard a scream, a gunshot, drawers being opened and her announcing she found money.
Although I hated the idea of stealing from people, especially those I didn't know, I hated the idea of losing my life or being beaten or starved to death. I liked breathing more then jewels. I picked up the jewelry box and without thinking twice dropped the box in the sack. I moved on and found emerald cuff links, a leather wallet with twenty bucks, a pack of cigarettes, and pearl necklaces that rested by the bath tub.
I emerged and saw Victoria had gone through the entire closet and filled two sacks with clothes. I saw another pack of cigarettes and tossed them in. I figured bad guys liked to smoke. Victoria had flipped the mattress over and broken the leg of a table. A random snow globe was smashed on the floor.
"Nothing else here," Victoria declared, "Lets go." We abandoned the room and saw Laurent and Alice dashing down stairs arms filled with overflowing sacks. We meet up with James and Rosalie carrying a television out to the van!
We put the partially filled back of the van, and James, Alice and I went back into the house. He demanded we go into the kitchen. Victoria, Laurent, Rose climbed back upstairs to check for anything else and basically trash the place. I found a wallet packed with credit cards, cash and coupons. Alice was opening cabinets and tossed plastic cups and china plates behind her. She flinched on each crash. James was in the fridge. He grabbed two six packs of beer and an expensive bottle of wine. Alice pocketed a cell phone in the sack and I wound more cigarettes. We tossed a few kitchen knifes and a rusting pair of scissors in the bag.
Suddenly Victoria burst into the room. "We see head lights coming up the road. It might be them!" We looked around in panic. James took off we tried to keep up. Laurent had started the van and James and Victoria dove into the front, sitting on top of one another. Rosalie was in back of the van with the door open. I flung the sacks in and managed to climb on as the vehicle started pulling away. Alice sprinted behind. We took the bag from her hand and yanked her inside as we gained speed. I saw a green Jaguar pull up to the house and a woman ran out by the broken door screaming and cursing. A man pulled her back and flipped open his cell phone the two lingered, staring the house down.
With the help of both Rose and Alice we pulled the door shut as we sped along the highway. James was making out with Victoria and Laurent looked giddy.
"I'm hungry!" said Laurent. "Find some money in one of those bags and let's stop some where." I opened a bag and found the wallet packed with money.
"I say McDonalds." James said quickly and continued snogging.
Laurent turned into a McDonalds and went to the drive through. "Cheeseburgers and fries sound good." He said
"Hi welcome to McDonalds!" a Hispanic man said happily.
"Yeah I want… 5 large fries, 9 Bacon Angus burgers, 2 snack wraps, a coffee, 3 chocolate fudge sundaes, 4 nine piece chicken selects, 1 apple pie, and a cheeseburger and a hamburger and… 6 Mc Chickens and a Strawberry milkshake and 5 Oreo McFlurries and a garden salad. We're celebrating tonight!"
"Your total is $47.68, please come to the next window." Laurent drove forward and pulled out a debit card. He moved forward smiling as countless bags of food came in the car. Laurent demanded, ketchup, mustard, mayo, BBQ sauce, honey mustard, sweet and sour sauce and anything else he could think off. Our mouths watered. He pulled into an empty parking space, and began sorting the food. We ended up having a feast. It was the only food we've had in days. I chowed down on a fries that I split with Alice, an Angus burger, chicken selects, a McFlurry and a Mc Chicken. He didn't buy drinks though. James cracked open beers and passed them to us Rose refused and he pressured he. I took it began chugging because the salt was burning my tongue. But the alcohol burnt my throat. I kept drinking. Alice finished a can and Rosalie eventually sipped straight from the wine bottle because she thirst was to great. We lounged in the back of the van drunk. James passed around the cigarettes and the six of us smoked.
I felt empowered. Sweet little Isabella Swan was drinking, smoking and officially a criminal. She began to look forward to the next house she robbed if it meant all this afterward. But the second they got home the were drunk and woozy and forced in their room underground. That night they took turns puking. We were giving so more cigs and I smoked in the corner an eventually conked out.
I was excited for the next house we visited to feel the rush of empowerment. But Alice and Rose weren't as thrilled and regretted everything. I rolled my eyes at them and flicked the ash out. I hoped we got another feast tonight. That would change there minds.
But we didn't go that night. Or the next. We were abandoned in our cellar and the cigarettes were gone. We starved. Three days later the latch door opened.
So what do you think. Bella's becoming a bit of a rebel and a bad a**. Please review! The girls criminal outfits are on my profile. Thanks for all the reviews. If you have any ideas let me know. I'll update soon! Promise :)