March 20th, 1994. 4:07 P.M.

Dally dropped me off outside the house, "Bye Bee." he whispered, not wanting my mother to hear him as I stepped out of the car.  I thought about what he'd do when I went inside, probably drive like a crazy man, by the luck of god not striking anyone. When he arrives at his place, which he shared with a much older roommate, he'd bounce up the staircase in anticipation to see all the money and pills he stole. 

We never, ever spilt the goods. I didn't want anything but to make him happy, so he kept everything. All the stuff we stole was by his account, worthy of stealing and of use to him. I longed not for possessions, instead for things that aren't obtainable physically.

My face flushed a slight red colour,  I swished my messy hair out of my face and walked up the porch steps. I stopped at the sight of Steve glaring at me with a suspicious look on his face, he mumbles something under his breath, I was just out of ear shot.

"What? Repeat that?" I said, slightly annoyed at his presence. He's always sarcastic, and brotherly towards me, well that would make sense considering  he's about to become a brother in law. He just gives me a glowed smile and repeats, "Are you screwing him?"

That comment pinched a nerve inside, my teeth automatically form a growl, "No." I gritted my teeth furiously wanting to rip his face off, "Why does everybody ask that?"  I huffed in severe offence, I had to take a seat on the top of the porch step.

He licks the inside of his mouth, clearly amused to have flustered me, "He's the type, you know?" he said, "I can just tell..." he trails off. I snapped my head around his direction, "The type?" I insisted.

He thinks for a moment, a long pause before he finally answers, "Yeah. His type is more dominate than say someone like you." His mind takes another leave of absence, "And, he's a criminal, who takes whatever he wants. No matter who he hurts in the process. That's his type." He added. I rolled my eyes, believing every word he spurted out. 

He decided the subject when I no longer care to comment, "So, why does he call you 'Bee', to be exact?" he asked. "'Bee' for Bianca. Idiot." I seethed, lying at the same time then wondering how he could have possibly heard from all the way over here. Dallas started calling me that as a pet name ever since we were in young, I can't remember the exact age, it's been so long, but that was a story between the two of us.

"Feisty little one, aren't you?"  he jeered a grin. I had enough and stood up, opening the front door, before I stepped in, looked back to Steve, "Get bent." I jeered back, walking in and slamming the door behind me. It felt great to speak with him... even if it was low key insults.

March 20th, 1994. 6:49 P.M.

I leaned my chin on my palm, clutching my stomach from the obsessive continuation of rumbling going on inside of it. My mother believed I was eagerly listening in for advice, but really, I was starving to death and it was taking Amy a hell of a long time to learn how to stuff a chicken.

She been learning how to do 'wifely duties' from my mother ever since she got engaged. I just sat back, laughing at how that will never be me. I didn't like the idea of marriage at all.

The kitchen counter was the best view of the food, so I sat on top of it. Practically ready to eat an uncooked chicken, by the time it would be done. Amy's arm was covered with a huge glove, that went all the way up to her elbow. She squints her eyes in disgust as her hand enters the back of the chicken, "Ew. Ew. Ew." She repeats over and over. "Do it for Steve!" my mother cheered her on and that was my que to leave.

March 20th, 1994. 8:55 P.M.

After dinner, I watched as Steve and Amy attempted to the learn their  dance for the wedding. I cocked an eyebrow at their failed movements, she stumbled over his foot, unfortunately he caught her before she fell over the television, that would've been an amusing tumble to see.

They stopped when the news broadcast that two suspects were on the loose, after a robbery. My entire family stopped and made their way into the living room, because things like this have been happening a lot recently, "Welcome back to the 9 o'clock news. Another robbery has taken place today at Jalapeno Pharmacy at approximately 3:50 P.M. early this afternoon. Six witness have confirmed two suspects aged between 15 and 20 were armed. They stole large amounts of money and secured medication."

My eyes glued to each passing camera footage and photos, trying to make out myself in those darkened figures. Lucky the cameras were faulty and very blurry. The announcer continued, "If anyone has any information please ring the number below."

"That's just awful."  my mother said. Everyone agreed. Everybody but me. I backed away, "I'm going to bed, good night." I said, everyone nodded, saying their good nights. I raced back to my room, feeling the rush load up in my body. I even stop to think before climbing out the window and disappearing into the darkness of the night.