The Bank : Part 2

Part 2 : AFTERNOON

All it took was one sentence, one sentence to know who the man in the sunglasses is. As he pulls Chris and I back the other bank robbers lock the door, the doors are covered in bullet holes. The man in the sunglasses looses the grip on me and I pick up Chris in my arms. As I am holding Chris I look at the man in the sunglasses and he looks at me. I am trying so hard to control my breathing and he doesn’t move at all he just stares at me.

I start to walk back to the office were I was not taking my eyes off of the man in the sunglasses. As I am finally at the door I close the door ever so slowly, once it’s close I lean on it. Tears start to come down my eyes and my breathing becomes more uneven, the hostages in the office just look at me. I cry for about five minutes in silent, the good thing is I didn’t have to explain nothing to anyone. One Mississippi I have to calm myself, Two Mississippi it is him and I should avoid him as much as possible, Three Mississippi I have to look after Chris for Teresa, Four Mississippi I have to go sit down and stay quiet, Five Mississippi think of Jason.

I open my eyes and sit down where I was the carpet has blood stains from Teresa’s arm. I sit and think for a while; the good news is that I have the sharp letter opener still in my pocket. I can’t take my mind off of the man in the sunglasses, there has to be something that can distract me Jason…Jason….Jason.

Jason and I have been dating close to a year now but we couldn’t always be affectionate in public. Seeing that Jason is a police officer he couldn’t afford for anyone to know from the higher offices and get throw out of the force. I was happy to keep our relationship a secret the only people I wanted to tell where my brothers and they were okay by us dating. Thomas who was Jason’s officer partner knew about us and he was more than happy for Jason. Thomas has black short hair; brown eyes, light skin, about six feet, straight, and has a vibe about him that is likeable. Thomas and Jason have been partners for about four years and have been through a lot together. Thomas once told me that Jason was some one special and has gone through a traumatic event. I remember asking Thomas about it but he always said to ask Jason. When I asked Jason he changed the subject or just ignored me, kind of reminded me of my mother. I asked him about a hundred times a day about his traumatic event for a week until he broke. We were in his apartment in the living room on the couch “I was two months into the police force” Jason started. “Thomas and I were on the freeway when a black SUV was speeding. Thomas turned on the sirens and we were on a chase. It didn’t last long; we chased the SUV for about ten minutes on the high way. Both of us thought it was a drug dealer trying to run from a bad sell or just some bad man doing stupid things.” Jason says while he has his eyes forward and makes a fist and places the side close to his mouth. “I remember telling Thomas to hit the back of the SUV so that the driver can loose control and end the chase” Jason continues “Thomas did what I told him and he hit the back of the SUV, but the driver lost control and flipped over about ten times.

What we found out next truly shocked anyone who was on that chase.” Jason then pauses, takes a couple of breathes while trying to hold back some tears and looks at me with red eyes. “It was a mother, Amelia Smith was her name. She was running away from her abusive husband. The crash killed her instantly the bottom half of her body was on the freeway twenty feet away, the other half was still in the SUV. Her twelve year old daughter was thrown around so much that she looked like a human jigsaw puzzle.” Jason pauses again as tears are coming down his face “And the baby who couldn’t have been more than a couple months old was still strapped in his hair with a sharp glass going through his heart” Jason says in a shaky voice. “The baby is what got me the most because he reminded me of my little brother Alan” Jason says with a shaky voice “My mother had a miscarriage just a month before Alan would be born. That baby reminded me so much of him that I just broke down” tears are coming down Jason’s cheeks and his eyes never leave mine “Am I a monster for killing an innocent family who was running away from one?” Jason asks me looking at me as if he’s afraid I’d say yes to his question.

Tears are coming down my face as well and I find myself drawing a blank, I didn’t know what to tell Jason. I then take a deep breath and shake my head “What happen on the freeway that day was nothing of your fault…you couldn’t have known who was on that SUV” I say trying to sound convincing. Jason looks at me not believing one word I said to him, I then come closer to him. I put my arms around him and put my forehead on the side of his head “I know one thing…” I say pausing for a second “You can never be a monster Jason” I say almost in a whisper. I then grab both of his watery cheeks and pull his lips to mine both of us are still crying. I then tell Jason about Max on how I lost my little brother as well. After I finish my story, not telling him that Max wasn’t the son of my father, he holds me and kisses me for a long time. We then lay on the couch with Jason on top of me, it’s hard to explain but we have this connection that words can’t describe. We do have sex from time to time and Jason always leaves my knees shaking after he’s done. But mostly all the time we just hold each other for a long time sometimes even hours, we feel safe in each others arms as if nothing can harm us. After we finished crying and making out we just hold each other for a long time. “Did you ever arrest the husband?” I ask Jason while his head is on my chest. “No” he says after a while and holds me tighter. “Why?” I ask him while caressing his red hair. “Because he had connections in the police department, I think he was running for mayor” Jason says to me while my heart starts beating faster. “Roland Smith is his name” Jason says to me. The name hits me like a ton of bricks, Roland Smith is Max’s father, and he is the guy who gave my mother her big fat checks every month for her silence.

It caught me by surprise that Roland Smith abused his wife to the point that she ran away from him. I now understand why my mother and he always fought; my mother has always been a strong woman who doesn’t take shit from anyone. “Are you sure?” I ask Jason trying to sound normal and not someone who is on the verge of crying. “Yeah I was the one who pressed charges but they never went through” Jason says “Rumor has it that he has a son from another woman” Jason continues and my eyes widen. I try to calm myself seeing that Jason’s head is on my chest, I then hug him tighter, One Mississippi…

My thoughts are interrupted by an argument that is going outside, “LET’S KILL SOME OF THEM” one of the bank robbers screams. My best guess is that the robber that’s screaming was close to one of the robbers that got shot outside. “Calm down” the man in the sunglasses says his voice echoing through the lobby and in my head. “NO” the bank robber screams and then starts shooting at the windows of the offices. Everyone screams and lays flat on the floor as much as they can; the bullets are passing over our heads. Some of the bullets I can hear flying close to my ears while other hit all over the office, things are falling apart and the debris are hitting all of us. I am lying on top of Chris shielding him from the bullets with my entire body and he is crying his eyes out while holding on to me for dear life. The bullets then stop coming from the lobby and you can hear the rest of the bank robbers trying to take control of the situation. I am holding on to Chris for dear life while comforting him and trying to hold back my tears at this near death experience. I then close my eyes and try to think of something with Jason, something that can take me far away from this place.

It was in early summer when Jason invited me to go paintballing with him and his friends. I really didn’t want to go but Jason persuasive powers where no match for my strong will. We all split up into teams of three Jason, Thomas and I are the green team. There was a yellow, blue, red, and white team all of them are police officers trained in weaponry. I could sense their intentions seeing that I don’t know how to handle a weapon and been the civilian of the group. I was going to be target practice for the others and there was nothing Jason and Thomas could do about it. We then entered the arena and the match began, all of them instantly started shooting at us. The game went on for what seems like the entire afternoon and there were only two teams left, the red team who took out mostly everyone else and the green team minus Thomas. I spent the whole game hiding behind Jason, the only job I had was to watch Jason’s back. Then Jason shot two of the red team members in the balls and both left the arena limping the whole way but not before one of the team members shot Jason in the stomach. It was just me and the last member of the red team, my breathing became uneven.

Then I see three paint stains next to me I then close my eyes and shot wildly in front of me. I must have shot all of my pallets until everyone cheered; I open my eyes and see the red team member in front of me. I shot him on the goggles between his eyes; everyone was cheering for me and congratulating me. Jason ran to me and lifted me up in the air with his big strong arms. That night Jason and I were entering his apartment, as soon as he opened the door he started kissing me. I could tell that he was turned on by seeing me with a gun. We lost all of our clothes on the way to his bedroom; he then throws me to the bed and handcuffs me to the headboard. Jason then gets on top of me and smiles, I smile back and we start kissing again. Jason then turns me around never breaking our kiss my back connected to his stomach. He then starts to kiss my neck, then my back and then my ass. He kisses both of my butt cheeks and then heads for the middle. He sticks his tongue in my hole and I moan in pleasure, he begins to fuck me with his tongue slow at first. About a minute later he is eating my ass like there is no tomorrow and I am trying to moan a quietly as possible but fail a couple of times.

He then gets a bottle of lube and puts it on his dick and my ass. He thrusts his full eight inch thick cock in my ass gently but with force, I moan in pleasure and so does he. He then turns my head and we start to make out while he slowly fucks me. My hands are holding on to the bars of the headboard with the cuffs singing to Jason’s thrusts. Jason then puts his arms around me and begins to fuck me without mercy, I moan in pleasure louder and so does he. He fucks me for what seem like hours, he never slowed down to catch his breath. He then thrust deeper in me and moans three times each longer than the last. He then collapses on top of me and we are both out of breath. We both laugh and make out for a long time; I spend the night handcuffed to the headboard.