False Expectations
“Go get all the money from the safe!” I flinched as the masked man jerked his gun to the space behind me. “Now!”
“O-okay.” I stuttered, turning to rush to the safe, but once my back was to the man I smiled. I had prepared all my life for something like this. All those crime dramas and documentaries were gonna pay off today.
I pretended to fumble with the keys to one of the safes and dropped them. I looked back with a convincing look of fear then bent down as if to pick up the keys. I quickly searched the floor and pocketed the big metal door stop near me. I grabbed a few wads of hundred dollar bills to bring back to the man.
“I-i-is this e-enough?” I placed the money on the counter with shaking hands.
“Stop with the BS and get the rest!” He shouted, jerking his gun again.
I spun around with my head low and clutched the door stop.
“Aaaahh!” I screamed my battle cry as I spun on my heal with my makeshift weapon in hand and ran towards the man. I swung at his head in an attempt to knock him out but he dogged. I tried to jump over the too tall counter but slid over the top, landing butt first onto the other side. Suddenly I felt a something hit the back of my head.
I could hear the talking in the background slowly getting more distanced as the ringing in my ears got louder. Then, I was out.