“Are you seriously doing this?”
“You know I don’t have any other choice.”
“With a gun?”
“Shut up.”
“Jean, c’mon.”
“Shut up. You know what I need.”
“You could’ve just said something.”
“I need it now!”
“You don’t have to do it like this.”
“I have to. I have to get out of here.”
“So you decided to stage a stick up? On your best friend?”
“I’m sorry, I need the money right now.”
“You could’ve talked to Jim about it. Maybe he would’ve been able to give you something to at least help you out a little.”
“Shut up! Open the register already!”
“Okay… okay. Just, can you point the gun away.” I lowered one hand to the register and moved the other discreetly towards the emergency button.
“Don’t do that.”
“I’m getting you the money, Jean.”
“No! Stop. I said don’t do that.” The gun makes its way back to its ready position.
“Jean, calm down, okay. It’s gonna be okay.”
“No! I know what you’re doing. Stop!”
“Hey hey hey, it’s okay.” My palms find their way back to the sky.
“Okay, okay. Did you unlock it?”
“No… Jean, you told me to stop.”
“Not that! Just help me with this, okay?”
“I’m not gonna help you rob the convenience store we work at.”
“Why the hell not. You always say you hate this place anyways.”
“Jean…”
“Just shut up already and give me the money.”
“I can’t do that. I need you to put the gun down.”
“Why would I. So you can call the cops on me?”
“You know I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“What. You wanna protect this precious little store?”
“We can help you.”
“Nobody can help me now. I have to go. Now give me the damn money.”
“Jean, c’mon. Stop this.”
“No! Stop!”
“Jean–” Flash. My hearing cuts out. All my senses are pulsating in shock.
“Jean! No! No, no, no, no, no, no. Where’s my phone? Oh my god. Jean? Hey, can you hear me, buddy? Don’t go! C’mon Jean, stay with me. An ambulance is gonna come. God, Jean what were you thinking? Oh my god.”
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