I'm bad at beginning and stuff, so I apologies for this chapter, but I'll promise it'll get awesome!

Frank's POV

When all the horror started, it wasn't really horror. It started pretty allright. Just some 19 year old guys with their little 16 year old friend, who had the height of a 13 year old (me) that where just having fun. Stealing things isn't funny, I know, rather tragic with a capital T, but you can't tell me that you never agreed to something because you didn't want to look stupid in front of your friends. I found out that the alternative was, is, worse. I was just trying to fit in a bit, have fun and stuff. I'm the only one that did something that could get you into prison, since I'm the only one on the security tape. I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of, but this is by far the worst. I wish I could explain it better, but I can't.

*flashback to three years ago*

'Yo, kid, pass me the bottle,' one of the guys says. I don't know his name, nor do I know his reason of drinking, the only thing I know about him is that he's 19, and that he's addicted to drinking. I don't really want any trouble with my new 'friend', as everyone here calls me now, so I just do what he said.
'Yeah, thanks,' he mumbles. I am probaly the only one in this place that isn't completely drunk.
The guy sitting next to me ticks my shoulder. I turn around to see a dude with brownish hair, in a ponytail who's face is red and puffy, and whos eyes are yellow-ish instead of white. I'm guessing alcohol and drugs, but I could be wrong.
'What's up?' I ask, and the guy, I think his name was Adam or something asks: 'Sooooooo, why are you here? What troubles you so much that you come here to drink all your problems away?'
Everyone in the room is quiet now, and they all look at me with a tint of interest in their eyes.
I start telling the story of how my dad left me and my mom when I was 12, and how he took all our money, leaving me and my mom alone, without money, and without a house since we couldn't pay the rent. And how we're still broke, but that I now have a shitjob, but it pays enough for a shitappartment.

They stare at me for a while, untill someone get's something that you could call an idea. The worst idea ever, though. 'We should rob someone!! It's the middle of the night, and I know a lot of houses where the people who live there are on a vacation!! You get money and we get some fuuuuuuun!'
Now everyone stares at him, and they're too drunk to know what they're doing.
'THAT'S AN AWESOME IDEA!' someone yells, 'Don't you think too?'
He's looking at me. They all are looking at me. I have no choice, right? They'll hate me if I say no, I need to do this or I'll lose my friends and maybe even my goddamn eye or something. They're all two times my size. And I can't think proper with this amount of alcohol. So I silently nod. That's the only thing I do, and yet they're so happy because they can rob someone. I close my eyes. How fucking sick are these dudes? Or how fucking sick am I that I agreed? I don't want to do this. I'm going to say the truth! YES! When I open my eyes I see they're already standing up, and I know I can't stop this. They pull me up and throw me into a car. I know I can't stop this anymore. We're going to rob someone.

The car stops before a really big mansion. And oh my god, I'm going to rob someone. They pull me out of the truck and we walk silently to the front door. Someone grabs something out of his pocket that I can't recognize directly, but anyway, he does some weird things with it and with the lock of the door, but it comes down to it that he opens the door. After we close the door and turn some lights on, they decide they'll destroy everything that can give proof of us coming here, and that I should go take cash, or stuff that are small. I immediatley start running, grabbing things, and money. I see money everywhere. I see it laying around in the fucking kitchen. Why the hell do the people who live here have money in the kitchen?? I after a while notice a big box, and when I open that, I see the big treasure. There are 1000's of dollars in this. I drop everything except for the box, I call for the guys, and we go of laughing, even though we just robbed someone.

When they drop me at my house, they say they'll give me the money later.
Yet that was the last time I ever saw them. And I never saw the money again.

*Flashback stops here*

Notes

I'm sorryyyyyy, I'm really really really bad at beginning, it get's way better, I promise!
Thank you for reading, sorry again for the boring beginning, and I hope y'all have a wonderfull day!
xoxo Venom Explosion (aka Isabelle)