The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 11
Pen Name: bigblueboat
Pairing/Character(s): Bella
Rating: T
Word Count: 418
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It went just as we'd planned; not even a neighbor's dog saw us. We slipped in, grabbed the bags of diamonds and walked out. It was like he didn't know two of us for years, didn't train us to follow in his footsteps.
Honestly, I'm not surprised that he assumed we were too loyal to get back at him. Yet, how could we not after he turned on us? Tried to turn us against each other. What a fucking idiot. I'd give my life for her. She is the closest thing to family I have. Well, Alice and now Jasper, and in some twisted way, even his sister.
Four velvet bags, each containing a collection of cut gems and jewels, sitting at the bottom of the ice chest at my feet are going to be our salvation, the start of our new life. Three more miles and we leave Arizona, and the US, for good. The back is packed with our suitcases. Jasper keeps whistling with the country music on the radio. I'd tell him to change it, but I'm just too excited to start over. No more looking over my shoulder, expecting the cops to show up and haul me off at any moment. No more worrying about the next heist. No more worrying about which one of us James would bother the next day.
Just no more.
Looking forward, there will be open beaches, cocktails, maybe even looking into formal education. When you are kept awake at night worrying how the latest foster family is going to abuse you, school and learning become a dream that you just can't afford. I will give James credit for getting us out of the last household. Those old creepy guys needed to have their dicks cut off with a rusty saw. I'm just grateful James got us out before they had a chance to get Alice alone.
We slow down in our beat-up VW wagon as we approach the border. This is it. If we get waved through, nothing can stop us. We will have easy driving all the way down to Jasper's sisters place just outside of Puerto Vallarta.
The border patrol agent takes a quick glance at us and is already looking at the next car in line before even a hello is muttered by anyone. Guess this means we are free.
Once out of the crowded city and on the open desert road, I stick my head out the window, enjoying the clean smell of opportunity.