Stole my heart

Amanda Dasilva is an ordinary girl.. But when her mother dies her family gets kicked out onto the street begging for money or food. After that she has nothing left, She doesn't know anything about the world at all and she is a loner. When she starts working for Mark Lance he keeps her hostage and uses her as a slave. She is forced to steal.She can't take it anymore, She runs away and meets a Blonde.

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6. I will never.. ever..

Amanda's P.O.V.

I sighed, No.. Please don't.. 

He grinned, Your going to rob the banks.. 

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but I ended up coughing, Okay.. 

We drove to the bank where he taped something onto my back. 

What are you doing? I asked. This is a bomb.. If you don't rob the bank and you run away in 15 minutes if you aren't back the bomb explodes! He said grinning. 

My eyes largened and tears flooded my eyes. PLEASE?! NO NO NO NO PLEASE.. I HAVE TWO LITTLE SISTERS TO CARE FOR!! I begged on my knees with tears dropping on my shirt. 

Guess what honey? He asked stroking my hair. Your letting me go? I asked. He laughed evily and smiled at me, Hell no! Your robbing that bank! He said pushing me out the car. 

I fell onto the concrete scraping my knees on the parking lot floor. I pulled myself off the floor and dragged myself to the bank doors.  I put the gun onto my belt and slowly walked in. 

I dropped the gun in a potted plant and stormed out of the bank. I knew I was gonna die but I could not resist the guilty feeling of robbing a bank. 

I heard beeping, and thats when my heart began beeping faster. I didn't want anyone to see me die in disgust of explosion so I ran into the darkest alley. And before I ran in and fell onto the most handsomest boy I ever saw. 

Are you okay? He asked. His blue eyes sparkling. I shook my head, and ran off into the alley where the beeping faded. 

I was so scared I dropped myself onto the grass and passed out

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