The Bank : Part 1

This story is fictional and is not meant to offend anyone who has gone through a traumatic event in their lives.

THE MORNING

One Mississippi, my name is Nathan I am 22 years old. Two Mississippi I am a student at the local University of this small town in Arizona. Three Mississippi I am the youngest of four brothers. Four Mississippi I always had this habit of closing my eyes and counting to five just to make sure I am awake. Five Mississippi unfortunately for me today I am awake.

I open my eyes with my hands tied and sitting on the cold tile floor. There are at least forty people doing the same thing, and seven others are in black clothes, they have guns, and are all wearing black ski masks. It’s early in the morning here at Hill Valley, Arizona. This town is located about two hours away from Phoenix; it’s actually a good size city with two Universities. I got up early this morning so that I could escape the long lines of the bank. Now I am just sitting here on the cold floor with my hands tied and a woman bleeding from her left shoulder with her child in her hands next to me. A couple of minutes ago this woman was with her child in front of me waiting in line. I couldn’t help but think of Max, my youngest brother who died a month after his birth. I can picture Max easily on the son of the woman who is sitting next to me. “Do you need some help with him” I say in a quite voice so that the bank robbers can’t hear me. The woman looks at me and smiles, after a little while she nods. Her son is asleep and even though our hands are tied we manage to bring the little guy from her arms into mine. “Teresa” the woman says, “Nathan” I say back. “Who’s this little guy?” I ask Teresa “Chris he’s going to be five next month” she says with a smile. As I look at Chris I can’t help but think of my past with my mother.

It was around midnight when my mother came into my room; I was around Chris’s age. My mother told me that we are leaving, she then packs some clothes and toys and we were out the door. My mother was about three months pregnant with Max and my father was fast asleep. To this day I don’t have the courage to tell my brothers the reason why my mother abandoned them. I remember asking my mother about my brother’s and father but she would just ignore the question or change the subject. I remember a man in a suit always coming by and visiting my mother. We lived in a small apartment that had only two rooms, a small living room, a small kitchen and no backyard. They always seemed to scream at each other for no good reason. After Max was born the man stop coming and I remember my mom telling Max that ‘we don’t have to worry about money anymore’. A month later Max died the doctors called it SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome) for which they don’t have any explanation of its cause. I remember for day’s maybe even weeks my mother would cry and stay in bed. I also remember going to sleep hungry because we didn’t have any food in the kitchen.

When I was a teenager I opened one of mom’s letters and it was a check for a big sum of money. It was always signed by the same guy Roland Smith; I knew that this wasn’t my father’s name. I used the computers at school to look up the name that was on the check. To my surprise the check came from a man who was running for mayor, he was a wealthy man, a powerful man and a married man. It wasn’t until my late teen years that I put the pieces together Roland Smith was Max’s father. That is why mom never work, that is why she left my father and brother’s behind but why did she take me? Why did she decide to take only me? To be honest I don’t even know the answer to it, mainly because I never asked. It wasn’t until my eighteen birthday when I gathered enough money to hire a detective. I was tired of my mother leaving me in the dark whenever I asked about my father and brother’s, and a month later I found them. All five of them where here at Hill Valley, Arizona. It was in summer vacation when I got a plane ticket and flew over to meet my brother’s and father for the first time. I remember walking to the door, the house seemed familiar and my knees were shaking. I could hear voices inside and I rung the doorbell, “Breathe…just breathe” I kept telling myself over and over again. The door opened and my father was standing there, we both looked at each other for a while. We didn’t have to say anything my father started crying in front of me and I followed shortly after.

He then hugs me really tight “Where have you been son” he tells me between his breath. All four of my brothers where standing behind my father wondering why he was crying and hugging a stranger at the door. My father then lets me go and I see my brothers for the first time in years, all four of them took a deep breath. All four of them came at me at the same time with tears in their eyes and all four of them hugged me at the same time. My brother’s, father, and I talked for hours in the living room sharing our stories. When I talked about my mother all five guys traded stares at each other as if they weren’t interested about our mother. I then excused myself to the restroom closed the door and sat at the edge of the bathtub. I had a huge smile on my face; I then closed my eyes and counted to five. I was relived that I was awake for this and went back to my family. I only stayed for the weekend and mom didn’t know where I was seen that I was a responsible person. A couple of months later dad dies and I moved in with my brother’s, my mother was furious with me. I guess she was mad because I left the same way she did that night.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the chains coming off of the front doors of the bank. One of the robbers gets the phone that’s at the front door as quickly as he can. All forty of us are in the main lobby of the bank just staring at the front door urging for freedom. Then three robbers gather at the front door, all three of them then drag a security guard into one of the offices. The office has windows with white blinds and has a wooden door with a name on it. All I can hear are the sound of voices coming from the small office. An hour passes by and then another, the sound of their voices is still coming from the office. I can’t help but think of him, the man that changed my life, the man that I fell in love with and the man that broke my heart.

I was around twenty years old when I was in the police station in the middle of the night. I was giving my story to an officer, since it was the middle of the night hardly anyone was there. After everything was done the officer tells me that someone will drive me home, “Officer Bell will take you home” the officer says and leaves. I stand up and that’s when I see him officer Bell a 25 year old, six foot tall, muscular, red head, brown eyes, and in uniform. He looks a lot like Saul “Canelo” Alvarez but with more muscle and in cop uniform. We get into the car and he starts to drive me home, “You know your one of the lucky one’s” he says to me. “Look officer Bell…” I start to say “Jason” he interrupts me. I look at him for a while “Call me Jason” he says while he takes his eyes off of the road for a second. I just smile and say nothing for the rest of the trip home. We get to my house and he parks the car “Listen if you ever want to talk…” he says while giving me a business card with his name and phone number. I get the business card but somehow my finger brushes up against his, I stop and hold my breath. He just looks at me and smiles; he waits in his car until I open the front door. I don’t see him until two weeks later; I am at the park reading a book. I always go to the park to read because my brothers are too loud and I can’t concentrate while reading with all of their noise. I was sitting up against a tree reading my book when a football lands on top of my book. The football knocks the book out of my hands and I look around in anger as if someone threw the football at me on purpose. I then see him again “Hey sorry about that we just…” Jason says while running towards me. He is wearing a white muscle shirt, black sport shorts and black shoes. I stare at him; his muscles are not too big but there not small either. As he recognizes me he puts on a huge smile across his face, “Hey” he says to me with his manly voice. “Hi” I say back trying not to sound like a girl. “Sorry about that” he says while squatting down to my level, “Are you ok?” he asks me never taking his eyes off of mine. “Fine” I say with a smile, “Hurry up Jason” another man says behind us. I then give Jason the ball and this time his finger brushes up against mine, “Good luck” I say to him as he stands up.

He smiles at me and begins to walk back to his team, not before looking back a couple of times. For the rest of their game I did less reading and more staring, it seems the more I stared at Jason the better he did. After the game everyone said their goodbyes and left, Jason came and sat by me. “Did you guys win?” I ask him while pushing his shoulder with mine. “Yeah we kick ass” he says with a laugh. We stare at each other for a while, his sweaty scent turns me on and I almost jump him in public. “So how have you been?” Jason asks me interrupting my thoughts. “Good” I say with a smile, for the next four hours we talk. For some reason it seemed easy to talk to him, I told him the story about my brother’s and I. I then find that he is an only child, after our long conversation he drives me home. He pulls his F 150 in front of my house, I was about to open the door when he stops me. “Would you like to go out with me?” Jason asks with heavy breathing. He’s so cute, he’s breathing uneven because he’s nervous about asking me out. I smile “I would love to” I say and get off of the truck. I am walking to my front door but I find myself looking back more than once. Jason leaves when I am half way inside the house.

“GET UP” one of the bank robbers screams at me. I struggle to get up and when I do I try and help Teresa up as well. When I do the bank robber hits me with his gun at the back of my head, I fall to the ground. I land facing the cold floor, I half turn and the robber has his gun pointed at me. It’s at this point that I think that I am going to die; he’s going to shoot me for helping Teresa up. I close my eyes and count to five but when I open them the gun is still pointed at me. I then hear someone clear his throat I turn to see another robber behind the man that has the gun pointed at me. I look at the man that cleared his throat he is wearing black clothes just like all the others, he is wearing a ski mask just like the others, he is wearing his black hat just like the other but what separates this man apart is that he is wearing sunglasses. The man with the sunglasses just stares at the man that has the gun pointed at me, the man with the gun then just walks away forcing everyone else up to their feet. I get up on my feet and stand next to Teresa, the man with the sunglasses just stares at me. We then are put into the offices; there are ten of us in the office where we are.

We are told to sit down and not to talk, as the robber leaves I look at Teresa’s arm. Teresa looks pale and her arm won’t stop bleeding, I then look around the office and find a dress shirt. I tear the sleeve of the dress shirt and wrap it around Teresa’s arm, by this time her son, Chris, is awake and afraid. I smile at him but he just stares at me almost as if he is ready to cry. I then look around the room and see a bowl of candy on top of the desk that’s in the middle of the room. The offices have carpets so I could move around the room without making a lot of noise, I grab the bowl of candy but I also grab a letter opener that’s sitting in the middle of the desk. I get one candy for myself and I extend my hand to give Chris a candy of his own. He looks at me for a while not sure if to trust me or not, but after a while he smiles at me and takes the candy from my hand. I then pass the bowl around everyone taking a candy from the bowl. I then put the letter opener in my pocket saving it for when it’s needed the most. I then look at the candy that’s in my hand, I recognize this candy. The candy is a yellow oval shape with clear wrapping.

Jason and I have been dating for a couple of months now and my brother’s keep nagging me on when they get to meet him. It seems that my brother’s always knew I was into guys but they didn’t seem to be bothered by it. On a Saturday afternoon my brother’s are in our huge backyard cooking some hamburgers, all of them are drinking, laughing, with their girlfriends and the music is playing in the background. I then come through the side of the house holding Jason’s hand; to my surprise Jason looked nervous. My brother’s turn and see us, “HEY” all of them say at the same time. All four of them come at the same time and shake Jason’s hand. Everyone was eating and drinking just having a good time when one of my brother’s asks Jason a question. “So what are your intentions with my little brother?” he asks I just look at my brother giving him a look. Jason laughs and says “To love him” with the sweetest voice I have heard.

 All four of my brother’s girlfriends look at him and sigh while all four of my brothers look at him with an eyebrow raised. I look at him and smile, even though we have been dating for a couple of months we never kissed. I tried to kiss him countless times but he always seems to pull away. “I just want to make sure” he once told me “I got hurt really bad and I just want to make sure” he said while putting his forehead on mine and holding one of my hands. My brother’s then turned the conversation of their past mischiefs but I quickly looked at them and shook my head. All four of them told their stories while I was either looking down or at Jason. Jason didn’t show any expression he just looked my brother’s in the eyes. Once my brothers were done they all look at Jason and me, “What’s wrong?” one of my brothers asks. I then look at all of them in the eye “Jason is an officer” I say while playing with my fork. All four of my brother’s eyes open wide and stay looking at me or at Jason, Jason is just looking at them with a blank expression. I then look at Jason, Jason begins to laugh and soon after we all laugh. “Don’t worry about it…I am no rat” Jason assures my brothers “But do anything like that again and I’ll put you away” Jason says in a serious tone. All of my brothers stop laughing and just look at him. I was so turned on by Jason how he can be assertive in a second. It was late at night when Jason and I were at the kitchen doing the dishes; we played a game earlier and lost. After the dishes were done Jason grabs my waist and turns me to face him. Jason puts his forehead on mine, “Don’t move” he whispers to me. He then gets an oval yellow candy with clear wrapping from the counter behind me.

He unwraps it and smiles at me “This has always been my favorite candy” he tells me in a sexy voice. He then starts to rub the candy all over my lips like he is putting lipstick on me. He then comes closer to my lips, he starts to kiss my right cheek, my right eye, the right side of my forehead, the middle of my forehead, the left side of my forehead, my left eye, my left cheek, and finally my lips. His kiss is gentle yet with a hint of assertiveness, my knees weaken. His left hand is at the counter touching my waist while his right hand is holding the candy near my shoulder. Both of my hands are at his muscled chest, he is wearing a simple blue shirt with jeans. “That’s as far as you’re getting tonight officer” one of my brothers comes into the kitchen wearing nothing but his boxers.

“Ma’am are you ok?” a security officer says to Teresa interrupting my thoughts. I look at her and her arm is still bleeding. I call Teresa’s name a couple of times but she doesn’t respond, “Please help us” the security officer stands up and stands in front of the door. The security officer is overweight, black, bald, and is around his forties. I grab Chris and sit him on my lap while I am trying to get a respond out of Teresa. The door then swings open hard and fast knocking the security guard to the floor, people scream at the loud sound the door makes. The bank robber then gets his AK 47 and starts hitting the security guard in the head. People are screaming, crying and pleading with the bank robber to stop. I put one hand over Chris’s eyes and the other covering his ears while pushing his other one into my chest. The bank robber doesn’t stop hitting the security guard in the head; with each hit I can hear a thump sound. I close my eyes, tears are flowing down my face, and “ONE MISSISSIPPI ”I say in my head“ TWO MISSISSIPPI” people are still screaming “THREE MISSISSIPPI ”I can still hear the thumps“ FOUR MISSISSIPPI” people are still pleading with the bank robber “FIVE MISSISSIPPI” everyone goes silent.

I open my eyes and the bank robber is standing over the body of the security guard that is still alive. I can hear the bank robber’s breathing, “Please” I say almost in a whisper to the bank robber. “She needs help…she has a son” I say while tears are still coming down my face and my breathing becomes uneven. The bank robber just looks at me and leaves; he comes back with another bank robber and drags the body of the security guard out of the room leaving a huge trail of blood. Chris is hugging me really tight; I lose my grip on his ears but don’t uncover his eyes. I am looking around and people are crying, trying to catch their breaths, or just stunned of the events that just happened. I close my eyes trying to think of something that can take me away from this place. Something that can take my mind off of the horrors i just saw.

It was my 21 birthday and my brothers decided to throw me a party on our backyard. Everyone was having a good time and Jason never left my side. We would sometimes go on a corner and make out, but had to return quickly because someone would always ask for me. “So why didn’t you let me buy you a gift?” Jason whispers in my ear while we are at the grill. “Because your present doesn’t involve money” I whisper back to him with a smile. Jason then puts on a huge smile knowing what I meant; he then gives me a quick kiss. The party goes on until late at night, by three in the morning everyone was gone and my brother’s where knock out. I lead Jason into my room and lock the door behind us, we begin to make out. I take off his shirt exposing his six pack and he takes off mine exposing my runner toned body. He then unbuttons my jeans and takes both of my jeans and underwear off. I do the same to him and to my surprise in front of me I see an eight inch thick piece of meat. Jason pulls me up and kisses me with a lot of passion. We then begin to walk to my futon which is in a couch position never breaking our kiss. Jason sits down and I straddle on top of him. It’s been six months since we started dating and today we get to have sex for the first time. We kiss for about five minutes and I head for his neck kissing it passionately, I know he likes it when I kiss his neck. Jason then spits into his hand and lubes his eight inch thick cock.

He then positions it near my hole and pushes in, I moan in pleasure and in pain. I have never had a dick this big before, Jason then breaks our kiss. “Go as slow as you want” he says trying to catch his breath. I then start kissing him again and take his dick deeper in me, it took a while until I felt his pubes on my ass. I then lifted myself up slowly and dropped down slowly again, not only was I moaning silently but so was Jason. I then pick up a little speed but not too fast, the pleasure I got from riding Jason’s dick was too much that I exploded all over his six pack. We kept kissing and moaning at the same time, Jason’s hands were massaging my legs the entire time. Jason then grabs me and has me in a tight hug, he then thrust deeper and harder into my ass. He lets out three moans each longer than the last; I can feel his cum shooting up my ass. We both are trying to catch our breaths, sweaty, and are kissing once more. Jason then stands up with me wrapped around his body and lays me down. He then turns the futon from a couch to a bed and lies next to me facing each other. His strong right hand is on my mid back and my right hand is on his red hair caressing it. We look deep into each other’s eyes “I love you” he says in a whisper but yet manly. I then smile “I love you too” I say while pulling his lips against mine. We fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The door to the office swings open once more and people scream. The man with the sunglasses looks at Teresa and me; three bank robbers come in behind the man with the sunglasses. Two of them grab Teresa and drag her outside; the third comes and tries to take Chris from my arms. Chris cries and holds me tighter, “Please let me just take him to the front door” I say to the man in sunglasses. The man with the sunglasses just looks at me for a while and motions me to follow them. I stand up while trying to hold Chris in my arms. The huge lobby of the bank is empty except for the bank robbers who are all over the lobby. One of the bank robbers unlocks the lock and drags the chain off of the front door, he then waves a small white handkerchief at the police blockade about twenty feet away. “Okay honey you’re going to go with your mom” I tell Chris in the calmest voice I can muster.

Chris looks at me with an unsure expression; it’s funny how a little kid can surprise you by just their expressions. Both bank robbers drag Teresa out until they are ten feet away from the front door. Two paramedics come up with a stretcher on wheels meeting the bank robbers in the middle. After Teresa is wheeled off I let go of Chris and tell him to walk to the police officers. He begins to walk towards the same direction that the other two bank robbers are coming from. Both bank robbers are pointing their guns at the officers while walking backwards towards the front doors. An officer comes out of the blockade and heads for Chris, the officer was almost there when one of the bank robbers slips. The officer that was in front of Chris opens fire to the other robber who was still coming towards the front door. The officer shoots the closest robber in the head, while the robber that’s on the ground shoot ten bullets into the officer’s stomach. I scream for Chris but the robber in the sunglasses holds me in place at the front door. From the blockade all police officers open fire, and Chris is standing in the same spot crying. I scream and kick trying to free myself from the grip of the man with sunglasses.

The swat team then comes closer to get Chris but at the last second Chris runs back to me. Chris then runs to me and hugs my leg and I place my left hand on his back. The man with the sunglasses is still holding me when the swat team comes closer for Chris. “Stop” the man with the sunglasses says to the swat team. “Consider the woman the only one since you boys shot two of my men” he says never taking his eyes off of the swat team and the gun pointing to my head. My breathing becomes uneven, my palms sweat, and my eyes widen. I know who the man in the sunglasses is. Tears started to come down my eyes as I see that the swat team is backing away slowly. “No” I say under my breath. I know who the man in the sunglasses is. I know his name. He is someone I tried to forget, he is someone who I thought to be locked up, he is someone dangerous, and he is someone from my past.

PART II coming soon…