Chapter 14 (Freddie's POV)
Everyone was in place. Sam was standing outside. If the cops were coming she would step in front of a window. Meanwhile, Carly and Spencer were sitting in a car that Socko's cousin, Auto, gave to them. They would pick us up when we were done.
Strangely, Carly, Sam, and Spencer didn't want any of the money we stole. Gibby said he was just bored and didn't need the money. Not that I was complaining. That just meant more money for me. I made sure that Malese, Annie, and Gabriel's faces weren't able to be seen by the cameras. It was okay if they knew I was robbing a bank but I didn't want them to get arrested.
I was wearing baggy pants which I could actually strap my shotgun to my leg and no one would notice. Malese, Annie, and Gabriel were coming around the back with masks on. Fifth Third Bank was written everywhere in the bank. There was a fish blow sitting by the counter. I looked at the fish inside. One was floating at the top of the blow. The other swam around happily, probably because it had the whole blow to itself now.
There weren't many people in the bank. A man was talking at the counter. A woman and her daughter were sitting in waiting chairs. Then everyone that worked there was at their station.
I pulled out my shotgun and yelled, "Everyone get on the floor!"
People screamed and did as I told them. The look alikes came out with their masks on. The mother was protecting her daughter. I felt a little bad about that. I saw someone reaching for something. I raced over to them and kicked their ribs. They fell over in pain.
"Get everyone out in the center of the bank where I can see them!" I commanded.
Once all the people were out in the open. We made them lay face down on the floor with their hands behind their backs where we could see them. "Go through their bags, pockets, anything they could have a cell phone in," I told the look alikes.
A man on the floor looked at me. "Hey, I know you. You're that fugitive that killed that kid!"
I looked him and grinned. "Guilty."
There was a look of shock and horror on his face. Gabriel went over to the door and flipped the sign from open to closed. Then one of the girls threw me a bag. "Which one of you people has the keys to the vault?" I questioned.
No answer.
I pushed the mother away from her child and pulled the girl up and held a gun to her head. "If no one comes foreword, then I guess this little girl doesn't mean anything," I laughed.
"Mommy!" the girl screamed.
Her mother was begging me to let her daughter go and take her instead. "Please! Someone bring the keys!" the girl's mother pleaded.
A man with black hair stood up and showed me the keys. I motioned for him to come closer. I released the little girl and grabbed the man's suit. "You are going to take me to the vault and open it. Then you're going to help me put the money in this bag," I whispered in his ear.
He nodded and took me to the vault. There had to be fifty keys on the ring. His fingers were trembling. This was taking to long. It was like he was stalling. "Hurry up," I hissed.
"I-I'm trying to find the right one," he stammered.
I punched his face and his nose started to bleed. "I think you're stalling; prove me wrong and open that damn vault! Or I swear to God, I will shoot you right now!" I snarled.
Almost instantly he found the right key and unlocked the vault. I grinned, "Thank you." I threw the bag to him. "I want you to put the money in that bag. When I leave, I want at least a million dollars or I'll come after you," I told him.
He started opening cases and pulling out stacks of money. I watched the door. "So tell me about yourself, key man," I said.
"M-My name is Brad. I live alone in an apartment," I heard him tell me.
"Ah, you're single. You should really find a girl, dude. So any pets? Family?" I asked.
"No. My apartment doesn't allow pets. My mom, who was my last family member left, died a month ago," he said.
"Yeah, my mom died not to long ago, too."
"I know. One week you were all over the news, 'sixteen year old's mother killed'. The next week if was 'sixteen year old sent to jail for killing a twelve year old boy'," Brad recalled.
I turned around. The bag was almost full. Good. "Alright, that's enough." I grabbed the bag. "Oh, and, Brad, I'm sorry," I said.
"Why?" he asked.
"For the bloody nose and this." I hit his head with the end of my shotgun.
He blacked out and fell on the ground. I rushed out to the center of the bank. "Time to go," I yelled.
Gabriel opened the front door. As we were walking out, Malese cried, "He's going for the phone!"
I couldn't think. The fear of being caught and taken to jail again consumed me. I whipped around and aimed my shotgun. I fired. Then I saw who I had shot. It was the little girl's mother. My heart started beating faster.
Mommy!" the little girl cried.
Now, that little girl would be in the position I was in after my mom died. I wished I could have taken back what I had just done. "No," I said under my breath.
I fell backwards. The shotgun fell out of my hands. I couldn't rip my eyes from the little girl and her dying mother. I couldn't hear anything. Time seemed to stand still.
"Freddie!" someone yelled.
Sam's POV
I saw Freddie fall on the ground. He was looking at something inside the bank. I had heard his gun go off but I didn't see who it had hit.
"Freddie!" I yelled.
"I killed her," he whispered.
I looked in the bank. He had panicked and shot a woman. I didn't see what was really wrong until I saw her child come rushing foreword. My phone rang. It was a text from Gibby: The cops r on their way!
"Shit," I cursed.
Spencer and Carly pulled up in the car. I grabbed Freddie arm and put it over my shoulder. "I killed her," he repeated.
"Sshh, it's okay," I told him.
"No! I killed her!" he cried.
Gabriel took the bag and threw it in the car. I pushed Freddie in. I climbed in beside him. He was trembling. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. The car was kinda big so Malese and Annie could sit on the floor. "
"Freddie, what happened?" Gabriel pulled off his mask.
Freddie didn't answer. Gabriel handed me the bag with the money in it. "How much is in it?" I asked, starring in awe at all the bills.
"We'll have to count it when we get back to the apartment," Annie told me.
Freddie was still out of it when we got back to Carly's apartment. Lucky, no one saw us when we came up the stairs. I made Freddie sit on the couch as Annie and Spencer began pulling the money out of the bag. Freddie was starring at the floor. He was in total shock.
Carly sat on the other side of Freddie. "Sam, why don't you take Freddie upstairs and wash the sweat off his face?"
I nodded and helped Freddie up. He dragged his feet across the floor. I practically had to carry him up the stairs. I took him to his room. He sat on his bed and continued to look at the floor. I went in the bathroom and ran water over a washrag.
Then I came back into Freddie's room and knelt in front of him. I wiped the rag around his face. He didn't move. "I killed her," he said so low I could barely hear him.
"I know. It's okay," I told him.
Then suddenly Freddie pulled the rag away from his face and gripped my wrist. "No, it's not okay! Because of me that little girl will suffer just like I did when my mom was killed!"
"Then why did you do it?" I demanded.
Freddie let go of my wrist and walked over to the window. "I panicked! The thought of going back to jail scares the shit outta me!"
"Okay, then you didn't mean to," I said.
"No, it is my fault!" he cried.
"Freddie, calm down-"
"No! I will as sure as hell not calm down! I killed a kid's mother! I would never want anyone to suffer losing one of their parents! Now that little girl will suffer like I did!" Freddie slammed his right fist into a lamp.
He didn't cry out when the glass entered his hand. Freddie just stood there as blood dripped from his hand. I quickly stood up and walked over to him. I gently brought his right hand up. He tried to jerk it back but I said, "Let me see."
Freddie put on a puppy dog face. His hand was pretty bad. "Carly!" I called.
"I-I am sorry," Freddie told me.
Carly came into the room. "My God! Freddie, what did you do to your hand?"
Carly gladly took the glass out of Freddie's hand. We made him lay on his bed and I knelt next to the bed. I let him hold my hand so he could squeeze it when the pain was too much. Freddie just looked at me the whole time and didn't even pay attention to his hand.
The look alikes and Spencer came in after Carly was done with Freddie's hand. "How much money did we make?" Freddie asked.
"Well if we counted right, there was two million dollars in that bag," Spencer said.