Taken

Taken [1]

new story! mostly a side one for now but i might start updating it regularly, depending how you guys like it. let me know! :)

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“Ivory has to pee!”

“Shh, we’re almost to the front of the line,” Hailey hissed. “Be patient.”

“But Ivy reeaallyyy has to pee,” I insisted, doing a potty dance. “The bathroom is so far away.”

“Then go to the fuckin’ bathroom,” She brushed my concern off and kept people watching, no doubt judging in her head. “Ivy, go to the fuckin’ bathroom! It’s right over there--”

“But I don’t want to!” I cut her off and pushed forward, nudging her toward the beckoning bank teller. “It’s your turn, cupcake. Walk walk,” I waved my hands as she happily obliged. We’d been waiting in this bank line for what seemed like forever.

I perched against the counter while my best friend talked to the teller. We were going out to some bars after this, who knew which ones, and she needed to take care of something or other beforehand. It was still a bit early in the day for barhopping, but it was also happy hour; a cheap ass’s best part of the day.

“Or of Friday,” I finished out loud. All eyes turned to me. “What?” I cocked an eyebrow. It was only Melinda’s eyes and the bank teller’s.

“I thought you were talking to me,” She started laughing and turned back to the guy. “Ignore her, she gets excited. We’re going out.”

“Is that why the fancy outfits?” He eyed us both from head to toe. Hailey’s currently dark but vibrant red hair was up in a messy ponytail, still wavy and slightly wet from her shower. Her pale complexion only made the shimmery gold eyeshadow, dark eyeliner, and amazing eyelashes stand out more. Her lips were stained a dark purple and matched the shade of her combat-style boots. A couple of her tattoos showed beneath the sleeveless and flowered shirt she wore, tucked into a tight black skirt. She grinned at me, taking in my own outfit.

My hair was down and dyed the same red as Hailey’s, only hers took a bit brighter than mine and I had a layer of dark purple infused. Not to mention my hair was much curlier, flowing past my shoulders in perfect spirals. My lips were coated a vibrant red, and my eyes lined darkly with sparkle eyeshadow and eyelashes to die for. I wore a small black shirt and a matching red and black skirt, complete with black boots and major cleavage. And of course, my small hoop earrings and signature waxing moon choker. Plus a few rings and a couple studded bracelets. Most of my tattoos were showing, too.

“This is a joke, right..?” A shaky voice came from my left. It was somewhere behind the bulletproof glass. A male voice responded but I was too scared to turn around. I wanted to know why it was so muffled. I wanted to know what was happening.

“This can’t be real,” Hailey’s voice was just a whisper. I gave her a look which clearly meant shut the hell up.

“Everybody get down, and no one gets hurt!” 

I jumped at the sudden yelling right beside me but Hailey yanked me down to the floor. I crashed on top of her and she dragged me beneath the counter. I pulled my knees to my chest, huddling beside her. We were being robbed. The bank was being robbed, and I was currently staring at the feet of a man with a bomb strapped to his chest.

“EVERYBODY GET DOWN!”

Two shots went off in the air and people started screaming, diving to the floor, cowering in corners while they covered their heads and faces. Three more men in dark masks came forward, each holding at least one gun. Only one other was strapped to a bomb. That made...