Wrong Path

In a messy room with dirty clothes all thrown all over the floor,  empty bowls on dressers, and even a few flies flying around, lies a man, mid twenties, messy black hair, clearly in need of a shave, is laying motionless on the floor. He's looking at his phone, which is currently looking at his bank account. He only has  69 cents left. He no longer has enough to afford rent let alone food. 

"Damn it.... What am I going to do!?" The man yells out. " I already sold my bed, all my figurines, my trading cards, even my damn car!" 

Suddenly a call came in. It was from his old highschool friend. He reluctant answers.

"Hi Timothy! How you doing?!" The caller says in a condescending voice 

"Like you don't know John!" Timothy yells out in anger getting up off the floor. " I don't even have a full dollar in my account and rent is due in one week! So unless you have a job to offer me, leave me alone!" 

John starts chuckling "Funny you should ask. I do have a job with a BIG pay out!"

Timothy groans "I assume it's something illegal isn't it? I need an honest job!"

"Too bad there aren't any. Otherwise you'd have one." John says still being condescending. " After all you already applied to ten jobs and yet not a one called back." He laughs "The job is  robbing the Bank on Agony Avenue. We do have an inside man if you want in. Come tomorrow to the donut shop at nine."

"You really think I'll be there?" Timothy says annoyed. "My juvenile records are probably the reason I couldn't get a job. I can't afford to go back to being a criminal. It already cost me my family!" He says clutching his fists regretting his past action. 

"Quite frankly it doesn't sound like you have much of a choice. " John replies " You need money or else you'll be on the street. Whether you like it or not.... This is your only option " 

Timothy bites his lips. It was frustrating to admit, John is right. He's out of options. Having sold everything of value and with no job in  sight. "Okay. I'll be there." He said reluctantly looking down, his bangs covering his eyes as he starts crying out of frustration.

"Good! See you there . No need to bring anything. We'll have all the necessary equipment . See ya" John says in  confidence.

After the phone call, he falls back down onto his pile of dirty clothes.  Putting his arm over his eyes he whisperers to himself "why did it have to come to this..." Tears going down his face. 

Looking around his room he gets up and goes to his bathroom. He thinks to himself that he should at least make him more presentable tomorrow when he robs a bank. The water felt colder, as Timothy thinks on his past actions. In the past he and John broke into a car and stole it. It was  supposed a simple joyride, but convinced by John he decided to break into a local jewelry shop. He shuts off the water. "If only I hadn't... Maybe my life would've been better..." He thought to himself. 

He dries off, putting on his cleanest clothes, and goes back to his room. He grabs a bunch of his dirty clothes and compacted it together to make a pillow. He lays his head down and falls asleep. His last thought before sleeping was regrets.

He woke up, looking at his phone , it was eight am. He gets up and looks at what he left to eat. Nothing. He opens his front door and looks back at the mess that was his apartment as he locks up and head out. He walked towards the meeting. The weather was cloudy, no sunlight peaking out . It fit the mood he was in.  Bitter and somber. He walks to the store and passes a young man. He was wearing a business suit, his hair perfect combed. All Timothy could think is how lucky he was. He was clearly well off. Unlike him. 

Ring. The bell at the entrance of the donut rang as he entered. He looks around and sees his friend John. John waived his hand to get Timothy attention. He was with two other guys. He didn't recognized them. Both were quite buff wearing dark blue hoodies. Their faces had judgemental looks. They were clearly experienced and didn't trust him. Probably knowing he never done anything like this before. They all had coffee on the table. 

"Lucky." He thought knowing he couldn't afford one.

" So now that everyone's here it's time to discuss our plan." John says in a hushed voice as Timothy sits down. " The bank has just opened and other than Grant, there's only two other employees. They also won't have a security guard today since one of them is on vacation" he remarks

"Did he cut the silent alarm " one of the other man spoke up.

" Yep so we should have plenty of time to get all the money they have" John remarks with a smile 

"How much" Timothy blurted out. 

"Grant says they have fifty thousand minimum plus a few expensive jewelry people keep in their private bank box" he says surprised that Timothy had asked. " So split five ways that's ten thousand each '

The other two men nodded, accepting that deal. Ten grand would be enough for Timothy to live off of for at least eight months. This made him swallow all his doubts. He must do this. 

"We've got the masks and guns in our car. So we already to do this?" One of the other guys whispered.

"Guns!? Why would we need those?!" Timothy  alarmed but still trying to be quiet .

"Relax, it's just to deter them from call police or fighting back. We've never had to use them and I highly doubt we'll use them today." John reassured him.

Timothy nodded, accepting his words but still on edge thinking about having to hold a gun. John and the other two got up and left a tip on the table . They then started heading out the door. Timothy followed them to their car. One of the man hands out masks to him, John, and the other guy. He also handed guns to  John and the other guy. Timothy was confused why he didn't get a gun but didn't question it as he didn't want to have one anyway. 

" The three of us will enter the bank, so mask up. David will be our get away driver. So let's do this." John remarked as he clucks his gun.

Timothy reluctantly nodded as he put on his mask. They then enter the bank. Inside were only six people, three bank tellers, one of which, was an inside man, two other female tellers, and a family of three, an adolescent son and his parents. 

"Everyone on the ground! This is a robbery! Anybody who tries to call for help or escape will be killed! Does everyone understand!" The man yelled in a demanding and deep voice. All the people nodded yes and got down on the ground. They then turn the gun on to the male teller. 

"Except you! Fill this bag with all the money and jewelry you all have!" He shouts handing  Grant the empty bags. 

Grant proceeds to go into the small vault walking  timidly. His facial expression however didn't seem scared, so in order to provoke a more realistic expression the man clucks his gun. This spooked The rant into acting more frightened. All of sudden, a dial tone was heard. It was coming from the women's bathroom. John instinctively races to the bathroom and enters. A scream is heard as he pulls by her ponytail, a teenage girl. She still had her phone in her hand.  John points the gun at her head. 

"You dumb bitch!" He screams at her his hand on the trigger."I said no calling cops!"

The girl starts crying. Out of fear Timothy yelled out "She was in the bathroom cut her some slack!"

Timothy turned his head to him. His eyes looked at him in anger, his facial expression scrunched up. " Shut up! She broke our rule! Now she'll die!"  He shouts as he turns back to the girl seemly ready to kill her.

Out of instincts, Timothy tackles John to the ground. He wasn't going to be apart of a murder. He tries to get the gun away from him but John gut punched him. Timothy's meek body couldn't handle the pain and he fell down on John.  John pushes him off onto the ground and got back up now  pointing his gun at Timothy.

"Sorry  but I can't trust you anymore" John looked at Timothy with a glare showing no remorse.

BANG!