I'm a bad kid. I have to admit it. I rob houses to feed a pot habit. I've been smoking and addicted to pot since I was 13. But I'm not violent, we're not talking the "aggravated" stuff. I mostly just sneak around peoples backyards and take easy things, maybe steal a bike or an expensive camera or something. Sometimes I'll try and steal Amazon deliveries from peoples doorsteps. Small fry stuff.
The weirdest thing happened to me recently though. I guess it's not so weird, maybe more "bad" in the sense of immoral. But who am I to judge?
It began a few weeks ago, I was scoping out houses in my neighbourhood to rob. I live in a middle class area, my parents are rich but they don't give me a cent. I just live with them, being 19 and a complete loser. I dropped out of school, worked odd jobs, no intention of going to College, and I'm pretty content right now just robbing houses and getting high with my friends.
This one house I was scoping out is occupied by a 30 something woman, Ms O'Reilly. Or Veronica, as my parents call her. Veronica is a rich, snobby blonde woman who has 3 kids and divorced. Her husband was cheating on her with his secretary, that old chestnut, and she kicked his ass out afew years ago.
I see her come and go, taking her kids to soccer practice or going out to the local mall to get her hair done or shop, which she seems to do all the time. She looks impeccable - blonde hair, nails, high heels, tight jeans, curvy figure, fake titts, a real "Selling Sunset" kind of woman. Come to think of it I think she was a real estate agent once upon a time......
Her house is nice, white picket fence, big garage, pool out the back. I know this because I went there as a kid, my family was invited over for a BBQ years ago when Ms O'Reilly and her ex-husband were still trying to play "the Jones's" next door.
A great target as I know she's got tonnes of jewellery stashed in there somewhere, no pet dogs, no security that I can remember, and no man loitering around. Or so I thought....
I picked a day to do the job. A Thursday, at midday, coz I knew that she would be out for a nail appointment, her kids at their dads place (I saw him pick them up in the morning to take them to school) that night, and the neighbourhood would be quiet with everyone out at work or school...
I packed my tools: monkey wrench, gloves, lubricant, ropes, balaclava, spare pair of sneakers, and setup to hide near her house to wait for her to leave. Behind her house is this water canal which is usually a good place to hide. So I waited out there behind a bush growing on its edge near her back fence. Only she never came out. "Fuck" I thought, "Maybe she already left?".........I was dying to get some more weed that night, I had run out and need to get stoned badly. I had smoked my last joint just before hiding. "Its just the weed, the paranoia" I thought to myself. I decided to go in anyway.
I climbed up over her back fence into the backyard. There was a big swimming pool with kids toys all around, a swing set, shit like that. A big deck and a BBQ, the one I remember, looked pretty unused. I made my way to the back sliding door which I found to be unlocked ("Stupid" I thought to myself) and entered the house.
I walked briskly up the stairs to the second floor towards the master bedroom, I couldn't hear anyone else there and I found the master bedroom at the end of the hallway. I went straight to her draws rummaging through her underwear, noticing lots of thongs and lace panties. I found nothing so I went into the walk-in robe where there were boxes and expensive clothing. Then I hear it. The front door closing. Lots of ruffling noises downstairs.
I panicked. I shouldn't have gone this far into the house. Big houses are riskier to rob because you can get caught, I usually just rob backyards. Punk stuff. I tried to run to the window to see if I could get out, but there was a big lock on it ironically, considering the sliding door downstairs wasn't locked......"Shit what do I do" I thought. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, it sounded like multiple people. It sounded disjointed, like they were wrestling their way up the stairs.
I couldn't waste any more time, in my panic I dived back into the walk-in closet, and locked the door behind me. I placed afew boxes against it so they couldn't open it if they tried, and hid in amongst the darkness of the cool closet. I was still high from earlier and the paranoia was intense, but also the thrill and adrenaline too!
Then I heard them, two people crashing down onto the bed in the bedroom before me. I could hear a woman moaning and panting, a man with a deeper baritone voice also moaning and saying things. I peeked out through the slits in the robe door to see what was happening.
Its was Ms O'Reilly alright. But she was with a man, and they were passionately kissing on the bed, their hands all over each other. I recognised the man, it was Darquan Johnson, a local thug from a rough part of town who my buddies would buy weed off only when we were reallllllly desperate. Unlike me, I've heard this guy is a real criminal and someone you don't want to cross. My buddies would tell me stories about him and his gang, and he'd even been on the local news.
I would never have expected Ms O'Reilly to be involved with someone like that, Johnson is just from a different world. But the way she kissed him I could see she was really horny.
