I had run for what seemed like a quarter of mile and then after a deep and heavy sigh I fell onto a cold, damp bench, which was in fact a bus stop.
I caught my breath and wiped the tears that were full of shame running down my cheek. A tall woman dropped her self tiredly onto the bus stop bench. She breathed a few words to me about the poor weather. I started to think back, back to the first time I failed in life and destroyed life for my wife and son too.
I confessed my life story to the woman.
I began by telling her about the day I strolled in to the large casino, with my work friends beside me. I heard many types of noises shot towards me, all fighting at the same time to enter my ear. I kept getting distracted by the blood like coloured carpet because of it brightness. At that moment i felt warm and excited since i was about to play something my friends described as a unforgettable game of poker. We sat down at the table to play blackjack and had began to play. I was sweating and had felt nervous. I lost $7000 against the casino already, but somehow i still had my confidence contained with in me. I had got too confident, thinking i could win my money back and more but soon enough i had lost, lost all of my money, the money that supports my wife and my son, the money that was meant to support our mortgage, the money that all my hard work went into and then in just 3 hours it was all lost. It was truly an unforgettable game.
I had always contained confidence with in my self about having the good life, the American Dream when i was young. I had no support no matter what to earn my dream. My father had despised me never helped me and my mother; well she never really cared about anyone. I remember when I had completed my A-Levels and had passed with an A. That night I got home witnessing a party that was held for my good grades. I remember the exact moment, the moment I had walked into the garden with the barbeque heat being pressed against my face and I heard my father reveal a lie to his friends; the lie that I could not bare, the lie that made me run away. He had told his friends that he was the reason I am a success in my education and that he had helped me all the way through. I had packed my bags to move into Harvard University to do my degree. I left telling no-one.
I was hitchhiking on the streets. A glossy blue Shelby Mustang pulled over by my right side. The dark tinted window slid down, a woman who had long brown hair and was wearing white framed sunglasses gave me a lift to the University only because she was attending to the same University as well. In the University the woman that gave me a lift, Angelina had kept bumping into me, she was studying literature and I was studying business. We had talked to each other a lot, giving our opinions on certain things, not agreeing with each other all the time.
The moment I lost my money, I travelled home in a confused, unhappy tensed emotion. When I got home I leaped up the stairs, entered my son Mathew's bedroom and kissed him to bed. Slowly I went downstairs then into the kitchen and told Angelina about the heavy gambling. She had a quiet reaction; she had slapped me and told me that I had better fix it.
I went to my work place, Bank of Los Angeles the next morning. I thought that I could earn the money I had lost and cover everything up but that thought was erased after my boss's secretary informed me that I had been called to his office. Somehow he had found out about the gambling. He told me that I was not a team player after my actions and that I could not be trusted. He fired me, with frustration I through my heavy weighted folder directly at him and ran for it, exiting the building as soon as i could.
I had a vast amount of confusion injected to my head and then it had happened. In the street filled with one man who was attempting to make a withdrawal from an ATM. As soon as he made the withdrawal I had a quick rush of stupidity and had punched the man in the jaw snatching the $800 and then I ran away. It made me feel good; I had the unexpected excitement gallop right through me.
Two weeks later after getting bored of ATM robbing, I travelled to a bank with a plan etched in my mind. I was posing as a security guard in order to get closer to the money that I was planning to steal. I stepped in the building past the automatic doors. I announced good morning to other workers to make myself seem I work there. It was convenient in getting to the money but just then a man stepped in with a shotgun. He was playing the violent type of robber. The alarms were set off and the door was about to close. I was frightened; I jumped through the doors and then left the building without no one noticing. I heard sirens once I got outside so I walked the opposite way from where the squad cars were coming from.
I came back to the present; the woman on the bench had a much more tense and serious look on her face now. She whispered me a question to me saying "Why on Earth are you telling me this"? I replied "I had to confess my crimes to someone, I could not live with keeping it as a secret from everyone" The woman looked scared and then all of a sudden she ran off. I went home that day with water dropping continuously from my sore eyes.
The next morning the doorbell rang, I answered it and I saw two large men waiting outside they were policemen.
