What's the Holdup?

The guy adjusted his bandana . “You know what I want. You must have seen the movies. I know there isn’t a panic button under the counter, so don’t try to convince me there is so I’ll leave. I know there’s no security camera. Just give me all the money in that there cash register.”
She slowly opened it up and silently handed over all the money. As he grabbed it, she saw his wrist. On it was a tattoo—the same unique tattoo her stepbrother had. She looked up and met familiar green eyes as Jesse pulled the trigger.

No, me!

I saw the car in the driveway a second before my pesky little brother did. “I call shotgun!” I cried, running to the door. He passed me.
“I beat you to the car! I get to ride in front!” He rested his hand on the car door, under the newly tinted windows.
“But I’m older!” I whined.
“By only two years!” He stuck out his tongue and opened the door.
My eyes widened. Jim turned to see what I saw: our mother in the driver’s seat with a hole in her neck and blood all down her snow white blouse.

Bleacher Chick

I opened the driver’s door to my car—a present from my parents—and slid in, smiling. It was finally summer!
As I looked down to buckle my seatbelt, I saw another note, folded in half and resting in the passenger seat. I unfolded it and read, turning paler with every word.

I know you cheated on your boyfriend.
I know the baby isn’t his. I haven’t told
Hunter yet, but I will. Just give me what I
Asked for last time—you in my bed. If yes,
Be at the baseball bleacher at 3:30. Remember,
I will tell him.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 11.07.2012

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