Chapter three
There he sat on the edge of his bed holding onto himself and rocking back and forth a little. Just minutes ago he was lying down in fetal position trying to get some sleep. Every time he closed his eyes to sleep they would come open again. His mind just would not shut off and rest. Wild images kept running through his head preventing sleep to come. Images that he didn't understand. Images of himself. He wasn't sure if these images were memories from the past, memories from recent occurrences, or made up dream-like images of himself. Perhaps they were images of things that were yet to occur. Whatever they were, Bam couldn't stand seeing them. They frightened and confused him to no end but he had no idea how to get rid of them other than to prevent himself from sleeping.
Missy came into the room to check on him. She stood in front of the bed looking at him. He kept his gaze on the floor for a moment before closing his eyes. He began to rub his arms and rock some more. His body began shaking and he muttered softly to himself. As he muttered incoherently he didn't notice that Missy had sat next to him on the bed. She placed a hand on his back, causing him to jump and move away. He jerked his head up and his eyes opened wide as he looked at her. His fearful eyes stared at her and he began to breathe in a panic.
"Bam it's ok; it's me."
He stared at her in fear for a few seconds as he tried to recall who was sitting there before him. His breathing calmed down and his eyes returned to normal size and he leaned forward and rested his head on her chest.
"Missy…"
She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back a little "It's ok baby." She said softly
Tears began to fall against Missy's shirt as Bam quietly cried. He sniffed a little bit here and there and Missy held him close. Soon the tears stopped and he pulled away from her. His eyes were slightly swollen from the tears as he looked at her. He shook his head and looked away.
"I've got to do something."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. But I can't be like this.
….
Bam and Missy sat in the car, parked in the parking lot pf the nearby building. He looked out the window and gazed upon the small brick building before them and Missy placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Bam you sure about this?"
"No. But I feel like I have to do something dramatic."
"This will be pretty dramatic since no one would be expecting it from you."
Bam sighed and shook his head "I don't know if I can do this."
"Just do whatever feels right to you."
Bam nodded and unbuckled his seatbelt before opening his door. He peeked his head in the car after stepping out.
"Stay here and be ready to drive when I tell you to."
He pulled his jacket closer to his body and adjusted his sunglasses before strolling into the bank. Once inside he shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around for security cameras, noting their positions. He knew that as he walked around the room that he must have been putting off a shady appearance, but he didn't really care. Stepping up to the counter he motioned to the bank teller to come over to him. He whispered to the teller and looked around at the other people in the bank to make sure they couldn't hear what was being said. A few people flashed him strange looked and whispered amongst themselves, pointing towards Bam. Bam held his breath because he started to feel his nerves act up. He could tell that people around him were beginning to judge him and were thinking that he was going to do something threatening.
The bank teller, as requested by Bam, quickly handed him a sack of money. With the sack in hand, Bam quickly turned and left the back without saying a word or looking at a single person. He made it back to the running car and hopped in.
"Go!"
"Bam why are you acting like that? You didn't rob the bank; you took money from your own account."
"I don't care just go!"
Without questioning Bam any further Missy hit the gas pedal and pulled out of the parking lot.
