Page 58 of Shatterproof


Font Size:  

“Don’t. Even. Fucking. Think. About. It!” another one of the superheroes shouts at the silver haired man who was very close to his own gun. “I’ll blow your fucking head off and not fucking think twice!”

I would be okay with that.

I would be okay with him going away forever.

Maybe I could go to my old home.

My real home.

“Hey,” the last man in black says to me in a nicer voice.

I quickly look at him and start to slide out of my seat to lay on the ground too.

Maybe they aren’t superheroes.

Maybe they’re bad guys.

Bank robbers.

We don’t have much money to steal though.

Just the pennies we pick up outside the grocery store parking lot, but the lady who calls herself my momma uses those to buy the cigarettes that burn us.

They can have the pennies.

I hope it’s enough.

I don’t know what they’ll do if it’s not.

“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa,” the man says very fast, gun coming down to his side, “don’t go anywhere just yet, little dude.”

I’m not sure why he wants me to stay put or what he wants from me, but I can see one of his sidekicks – or partners – is holding his gun to the silver haired man’s head keeping me safe from him and that means I should do what he wants to show I’m thankful.

“I’m not here to hurt you, kid.” He squats to look me in the eye. “I promise.”

Silver haired man never made me that promise.

Not even the day they took me.

“My name’s Bannon.” He pauses. Thinks. “My last name is Bannon. That’s what my buddies call me, especially when we’re working like we are now.”

Is bank robbing really a job?

Or maybe…maybe they are superheroes!

“But my first name is Douglas. It’s what my mom calls me.”

I smile even though I shouldn’t.

“She taught me that only the special ladies in your life should ever call you by your first name because your first name is a very special name.”

Hm.

What makes someone special?

“Wanna know why?”

I nod even though I don’t think I should.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com