Chapter 1
Chapter 1:
Her hands were shaking so devastatingly bad that she stuffed ’em in her throw-overcoat’s silk pockets. She knew that she just had to snatch the black metal weapon and run it was simple. There was no camera’s in the store, in a shady part of town, and no cops. All she had to do was wait until the old man’s back was turned and then she would have the protection she needed.
The reason why she needed the .9mm semi-automatic pistol was anything but simple however. A once a time perfect boyfriend turned abusive situation that most people turn their noses up for surely, she had somehow asked for such a thing. Maya escaped easily enough for Atticus had drunk himself into a stupor; so, she just ran. On the streets, however she became a mother to five abandoned kids with the oldest being only six years old.
She had successfully shielded her kids from Atticus for over a year but just yesterday word reached her ears that any info, death, on either her or kids carried a hefty reward of one million dollars. Maya didn’t even want to think about how that no good S.O.B. got that money. But, now here she is having to get protection for her kids. Maya has no feelings about if she were to die, she would like to live but didn’t particularly care if she didn’t. Her kids on another hand was a completely different story completely, and god forbid if someone even tried. Maya worked two full time jobs just to get her adopted kids to school, private, clothes, school supplies, tutoring, food, and whatever else her little darlings wanted. In the eyes of the law Maya and her kids technically still lived as homeless people for she didn’t have electric nor running water but everyone had their own beds, food in their stomachs, and a roof over their heads.
She wished she didn’t have to steal but she barely made ends meet as it is. To have enough extra cash to be able to buy a pistol is like asking for the stars or the moon. Let’s also not forget that she is also going to Community College. Extra money is a nice fantasy of a daydream for her.
Maya swayed back and forth as a cobra watching the old man reach down for something under the cracked and broke desk. Her snake like eyes went back to the bullets as her nimble but strong hand grabbed a box of ammo. Absently she saw the prize was forty-five dollars which could last her family a week for food. Shaking her head lightly her highlighted bangs fell over her grey eyes. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the old man put a sign up saying he would be back in five minutes. Probably has to use the bathroom, she thought idly. It was now or never, with a deep breath the cobra struck.
