Thief

Chapter 5: Steal your Girl

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My heart beat so fast it punched my lungs so that I couldn't breath. I sat breathless on the porch of my house zoning out at the pitch blackness of dusk. It was Minnesota cold, but at least it managed to extinguish some of my blush. For the rest of my life I would have to avoid that girl like the plague because she did things to my brain that weren't healthy.

"Oliver? Are you on drugs?"

My thoughts faded at my mother's concerned tone and I just stared blankly at her.

"If anything please tell me it's not heroine. I watched a police show and someone ate his shirt and he had to go to the hospital because of that drug."

"What? Mom I'm not on drugs."

"Are you sure?"

Only my mother would ask me if I was for sure not on drugs.

"Positive," I said with a slight eye roll.

"Do I hear some sass mister? I'm only trying my best to be a good parent, and good parents know when their kid is on drugs."

"Okay mom," I said with a slight smile.

I jogged into the house because the cold was finally getting to me and checked the pantry and fridge. I could hear my mom scold me from the living room.

"Oliver I know your a teenage boy, and food is life, but I think your infatuation with the fridge is getting a little out of hand."

I ignore her ridiculousness. I'll get fat if I want to. Besides that's not even the reason for my obsession with the food. It's a Wednesday night so that means people would be inside their homes tonight, except it was spring break.

I sat in my room like a loner until the time was right then took off to become Robin Hood. The whole "steal from the rich, give to the poor" is just so fitting. I ran faster than usual tonight and found myself feeling more cautious than usual. Something felt off.

Brushing it off as nerves I picked the lock on their backdoor a bit shakily. It creaked a little loudly when I gently pressed it open and entered the home. All the lights were off except a dim lamp that illuminated a small portion of the grand interior.

Walking on the side on my feet rolling them from the base of my heel to my toes, I creep into the kitchen skillfully. Feeling more confident, I swing the refrigerator door open when my ears perk up and I hear the faint footsteps. Unmistakably someone was climbing the stairs while trying to keep quiet.

My next actions could have been smarter. I kept the fridge door open to shield my figure... then sprinted to the exit. Heart pounding me in a frenzy I flew out the door. Literally, because I tripped and fell. I scrambled to my feet and took off faster than I had ever run in my life.

The homeowner must have called the police prior to sneaking up to me because as I ran down the driveway, they drove down the street. Horns blaring, mind racing, I made the decision to run again. The popo spied my movement and they soon hopped from their cars and ran me down.

I hurdled over pristine cut hedges and adorable white picket fences to escape their clutches. Finally using my brain I sorted a way to loose them. When I turned the sharp corner to my safety, there stood Delilah in her pajamas staring in awe as we made eye contact, and I ran away.

I always ruin things when they start to get good. With slight sadness in my heart from the confrontation, I jump a fence, run across a yard, and hide in a dog house. Adrenaline sprinted through my system making me over-analyze everything.

She is so going to rat me out. Sure she was a little whack in the brain but, surely she would notify the police of a thief on the run. I'm more screwed than Pac-man surrounded by Pinky, Inky, Blinky, and Clyde. What decision did I make to turn my life to shít?

I gripped my hair in my hands in panic. Squeezing my eyes shut as hard as I could, I pretended I was at Disney Land or some shít. Calming down apparently wasn't an option as I started to breath more quickly and shallowly. Then, what I really didn't expect to happen, happened.

I opened my eyes slowly as I realized some of the labored breathing wasn't mine.

"Fück, I should really hit the gym more. I feel more out of shape than a manatee at a all-American buffet."

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Sorry that this chapter took a bit longer, please forgive me. I hope you all have lovely January 30th's because today I'm going to become an aunt. It's a really weird experience, and waiting is really boring. Anyways please vote and share.

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