Big Day
I sit in my work jacket with my third cigarette. Rather overpriced Marlboro Red, traditional full-bodied tobacco stench, acrid and really bitter sandalwood, you know the drill. Not my usual cigs but I enjoy it nonetheless. I do think I should smoke Camels as I am second-guessing my perfectly crafted plan right now. I fully believe in myself, let me tell you, I cut my own hair, make my own clothes, and stem my own guitar. I know I am amazing and girls love me more than their own boyfriends. Those men love lesbian porn but not when their own girlfriends sleep with me. They would go raging and threaten to kill me, or worse, some of them would be very weird about it by forcing me to touch their girlfriends in front of them. Well, I could not really blame them, I am that Dyke. Anyway, now that I am simply reaffirming and double checking my plan, I have to be very careful about this. My plan is go to a bank and rob the fuck out of them. Well, yes, I will be robbing one billion of money from them. For what exactly will that money go? You will understand it later.
I crushed my cigarette on the ashtray and stood up. I can feel my cheek straining by how wide I am smiling right now. I grabbed my keys and went out. I got into my Murcielago and started the engine. I can feel my blood pumping hard under my skin from the adrenaline, but do not worry, I am the master of looking calm in every situation. Reaching the bank, I got out of the car and went inside. It is vastly empty, just as expected. I greet Kayla, my favorite bank teller, with a charming smile. I slept with her once in exchange for small bits of information about the bank’s routine, security, and vault schedule. She is a great lay so it is a plus. She smiles shyly at me as she greets me back with her soft voice, I know she puts much effort into her makeup and hairdo every time we meet. Adorable really, too bad something would happen to her later once she directed me to the vault. My excuse is simply to check some documents as well as “how safe” the deposit box actually is since, drawing from a not-so-recent case where a man managed to get into those stuff. He is dead now anyway, could not manage to get out. But I can and I will.
Get Viktoria Swan’s stories in your inbox
Join Medium for free to get updates from this writer.
At the vault, Kayla led me to my deposit box. It is always full anyway, also in the other three banks that I use. She does not suspect a thing until I pull out my 9mm and blow her brains out. The blood warmed my face and it set off the alarm. Of course I know this would happen, and I know some of the guards are reaching for the guns that are safely stored on the other side of the building. It buys me some time as I grab one random key to open someone’s deposit box and store the money inside my jacket pouch. The next is I keep shooting people that are in my way to get to my car. Once I got into my car, I drove as I crashed onto some guard, their bones crunching beneath the tires.
I went to one of my spots, a place I would choose for hiding under some time after completing some big scheming project. Where no one could find me except my beautiful, amazing ex-girlfriend. My one and only. Do you know that recently she was accepted into the police department? Directly receiving a high rank no less, with the money she stole from me before we broke up. Now I am luring her here, to this place, where we had made love countless times. Now, as I clean myself under the shower, I smile at my next plan. I am going to kill us both.
