The door flew open and Mom bolted inside. Startled, I jumped up from the sofa where I was watching the television.
“Alex, we need to trash the house to make it look like someone broke in”
“Mom, why? Where’s Hunter?”
Mom stared at me blankly, “Hunter got wounded and the police are on their way.’ Mom began to throw the cushions from the sofa on the floor. “The house needs to look trashed because I told them that when we opened the front door we were attacked.”
Without another word, Mom and I trashed the place. It wasn’t long before we heard sirens in the distance. Everything was a blur as police officers took pictures and dusted for evidence. Mom did all the talking as she said I was still in shock. After the officers left, Mom told me the owner of the house returned home early and Hunter jumped in front of Mom to protect her.
Yeah, you may be wondering about that. The only way to get your answer is to continue watching till the end.
I grew up in a family of thieves. Yup you heard correctly, thieves. We never stayed anywhere for more than a few months. Mom was the mastermind, Hunter was the brawn and I was the invisible son! I begged Mom to let me join them but she said I wasn’t ready. She never had time for me; she and Hunter were always planning their next heist.
I was heartbroken when Hunter died a few days after his incident. Only Mom and I attended Hunter's funeral. After a fifteen minute sermon, the pastor left the room to give us a chance to say our last goodbyes.
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