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The other four men that were still left standing looked in my direction. I jolted and ran back up the stairs to a hiding place. Then I stopped. No. Hiding isn't what Oliver would want. I turned around to face them. None of them were armed with guns, (to my luck) so I wasn't too freaked out. Only one man came at me, as the rest were focused on the money. He snickered at me and threw his first punch and I ducked and came back with a kick to his stomach. He went down and I used the butt of my knife to smack his temple so he was knocked out cold. I didn't want to kill again. That was not on my to-do list. So, I snuck down the stairs and threw two of my knives at two of the men's legs and they went down in pain. I was ready to fight the last man. He came at me and I threw the knife suddenly not caring if it would kill him or not. I missed. I missed. The robber slammed his fist into my jaw and I flew down to the ground. He held a knife at my throat and said, "You made a mistake little girl." I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed quickly, ready to die. Suddenly, the man groaned and fell off of me. Oliver came and helped me up and pulled me up into a hug. "Thanks," I said breathlessly. "Time to go," he replied taking my hand and leading me back upstairs and out of the hole in the ceiling. We got back in the car and sped off to the hideout.
We arrived and walked inside. I remembered that my jaw was punched and moaned. Oliver looked at me and concerned, "I'm gonna get you some ice." I nodded and changed back to my regular clothes, and then sat down in an old chair relaxing and realized what had just happened. Oliver came back and crouched down by me and held the ice to my face. I looked down in sorrow and told him quietly, "I killed somebody.." He brought my head up with his finger and said, "Hazel, it's alright. You did what you had to do. You saved the bank." I shook my head in disagreement and replied, "No. Oliver I was going to die. Right there. In that bank. If you weren't there I wouldn't be here." He smiled and reassured, "That's why I'm here." I smiled and we hugged. He was so strong. "Will you take me home please? My mom…" I didn't want to continue talking because if hurt my jaw. He nodded, "Okay."
Oliver drove me home and stopped in the driveway to my house. "Thank you, for coming with me today. And thank you for trusting me," he said and smiled at me. I didn't want to leave; I didn't want to go out of his sight. I sighed and said, "When will I see you again?" He grinned, "After school on Monday?" I nodded trying not to look too excited. "Don't get into any trouble when I'm gone," he flashed his teeth and I laughed a little. "Okay," I agreed and walked inside to face my mother.
I knew what the first thing she said would be. "Honey, what happened to your face?" "Thanks for noticing I'm not the prettiest girl in the world, mom," I said sarcastically. She crossed her arms and demanded, "Hazel, what happened?" I moaned, "Mom, chill. I just fell. No big deal." And if you thought that was fun, my dad walked in. Before he could say anything, I said, "Dad. I'm fine I just fell and I want to go to bed. Please." His mouth was open but no words came out. He nodded suspiciously and I walked to my room.
Monday finally came around and I was getting ready for school. I was going to see Oliver after, so I didn't want to look crappy. I applied a thin coat of mascara and added some eyeliner. Wow. I've never worn makeup before. I looked so… different. I grabbed the rest of my things and walked out the door and drove to school. Oliver had dropped my car off at my house. (I have no idea how he got my keys.) I arrived at school and knew it was going to suck. I had to wait all day though terrible school, waiting for him. I walked through the halls simply to my next class. People were giving me looks in surprise and guys were checking me out. I was so confused. Was it the makeup? But then suddenly, when I walk by the front office and Oliver Queen is standing there grinning at me. I walk up to him. People stare, amazed that I'm talking to the Oliver Queen. "Hey," he says, "Let's take a ride."