"You only have one change to do this" he advises, and slides me the map. I snatch it from the table.
"Stop treating me like a baby." I growl. He gives me a look and grins. "You are a baby."
Only my older brother can make my blood boil like this. His disbelief that I can do this, makes it all the more important. I don't want Dad picking him by default. And if I don't do this one, then I will never have the change to show him I can take care of us.
"How hard can it be?" I sling my backpack over my shoulder, and pull my mask over my face. My brother lets out a low chuckle. Turning away from him, I look at the door to the house.
One breathe in, one out. I enter the house. My brother might have helped me pick the lock but this was the hardest part.
Tip toeing up the stairs, I take the quickest route to the owners safe. Pulling off the picture on the wall, I'm almost there. I just have to turn the dial to the code.
I hear the click before I see the gun.
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.
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