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Okay, so maybe your best friend's house shouldn't be the first place you go when you've just accidentally robbed a bank. How does one "accidentally" rob a bank, you ask? Well it's simple: be at the bank when the crew you hang with unexpectedly shows up with masks and guns.
My buddies busted in and saw me at the counter. One tossed me a pistol and had me help out, probably not wanting to get hung out to dry, or whatever it's called. They blew through the place like it was nothing and we scattered in the suburbs. No idea where they went, but the only place nearby I knew was Taylor's place.
She and I had grown up together and had remained best friends since grade school. Thing is, though, I had always wanted to get out of this town and see the country. And suddenly with a trash bag full of cash I was able to do this. I arrived at her apartment sick to my stomach with anxiety.
She answered the door wearing faded jeans and a grey T-shirt. Her long maroon hair really fit her pale complexion. I also noticed she'd painted her toenails a vibrant red. She'd always been cute, especially when she wasn't trying.
"Hey Patrick, what's in the bag?"
"Tay, I need to talk to you, inside, quick!"
"What's going on?" I explained the situation in her living room. She knew just how desperate I was to leave. I told her I wanted her to come with me, but she had a life here and couldn't just throw it away like I could. But then she told me the most wonderful thing; she encouraged me to do it.
"Go for it!"
"What about you?"
"I'll be fine. I'll miss you, though."
"No, I mean, what about if the cops show up?"
"You can take my car."
"You'll just give it to me?"
"No, you can take it." She went into the kitchen and took a roll of silver duct tape out of a drawer. I wasn't crazy about the idea, and I could tell neither was she, but we both knew it had to be done. For her sake.
She put her legs together and stood straight, allowing me to kneel and start taping her up. I wound the adhesive around her shins just below her knees as well as a bit further down. Then one more length went around her thighs. Slightly hesitant, I tore of a single strip and pressed it over her lips.
Finally I taped her wrists together behind her back. For a moment she lost balance and I caught her. Her green-grey eyes staring into mine with what might've been remorse. I wondered how I could make sure she would soon be found, so I lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom where the wall was thinnest.
Placing her into the tub, I brushed her hair back as she adjusted herself against one end. I could tell she didn't want me to go, but her words rang in my ears. Go for it!
Before leaving the apartment I dumped the cash from the bag into a small suitcase of hers. I could hear her struggling in the bathroom. Was she uncomfortable? Maybe she changed her mind. Then again, she could've been crying.
Out in the parking lot I dumped her stuff out of the car and into the bag before heading west. It took several hours for her to be found; neighbors heard banging on the wall. She looked pretty distraught on the news reports. To this day I wonder how much of that was acting.

Description
Okay, so maybe your best friend's house shouldn't be the first place you go when you've just accidentally robbed a bank. How does one "accidentally" rob a bank, you ask? Well it's simple: be at the bank when the crew you hang with unexpectedly shows up with masks and guns.
My buddies busted in and saw me at the counter. One tossed me a pistol and had me help out, probably not wanting to get hung out to dry, or whatever it's called. They blew through the place like it was nothing and we scattered in the suburbs. No idea where they went, but the only place nearby I knew was Taylor's place.
She and I had grown up together and had remained best friends since grade school. Thing is, though, I had always wanted to get out of this town and see the country. And suddenly with a trash bag full of cash I was able to do this. I arrived at her apartment sick to my stomach with anxiety.
She answered the door wearing faded jeans and a grey T-shirt. Her long maroon hair really fit her pale complexion. I also noticed she'd painted her toenails a vibrant red. She'd always been cute, especially when she wasn't trying.
"Hey Patrick, what's in the bag?"
"Tay, I need to talk to you, inside, quick!"
"What's going on?" I explained the situation in her living room. She knew just how desperate I was to leave. I told her I wanted her to come with me, but she had a life here and couldn't just throw it away like I could. But then she told me the most wonderful thing; she encouraged me to do it.
"Go for it!"
"What about you?"
"I'll be fine. I'll miss you, though."
"No, I mean, what about if the cops show up?"
"You can take my car."
"You'll just give it to me?"
"No, you can take it." She went into the kitchen and took a roll of silver duct tape out of a drawer. I wasn't crazy about the idea, and I could tell neither was she, but we both knew it had to be done. For her sake.
She put her legs together and stood straight, allowing me to kneel and start taping her up. I wound the adhesive around her shins just below her knees as well as a bit further down. Then one more length went around her thighs. Slightly hesitant, I tore of a single strip and pressed it over her lips.
Finally I taped her wrists together behind her back. For a moment she lost balance and I caught her. Her green-grey eyes staring into mine with what might've been remorse. I wondered how I could make sure she would soon be found, so I lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom where the wall was thinnest.
Placing her into the tub, I brushed her hair back as she adjusted herself against one end. I could tell she didn't want me to go, but her words rang in my ears. Go for it!
Before leaving the apartment I dumped the cash from the bag into a small suitcase of hers. I could hear her struggling in the bathroom. Was she uncomfortable? Maybe she changed her mind. Then again, she could've been crying.
Out in the parking lot I dumped her stuff out of the car and into the bag before heading west. It took several hours for her to be found; neighbors heard banging on the wall. She looked pretty distraught on the news reports. To this day I wonder how much of that was acting.