Finally, I thought to myself as I woke up exhausted from yesterday’s work, the last day of work and then two weeks of chilling out at home because of the Christmas holidays. It didn’t start well, true to English weather it was pouring with rain outside and I was soaked with rain engulfing me all the way to my socks.
As the day went on, things started to brighten up, even the weather. There was a mass amount of shoppers waiting outside trying to get a good last minute deal. Bob and I were on separate floors. He was in the first working the tills and I was upstairs working at the customer services desk.
Lunch had arrived and I was out of there like a bullet. Having quickly finished my lunch I started to search for Bob as I hadn’t seen him for most of the day. However he was nowhere to be seen. He’s probably back at the shop I told myself and I returned to stack shelves.
Hours passed and day was turning into night and still no sign of Bob .As the sun wet down, so did the amount of shoppers. The majority of my colleagues had finished and I was left alone to tidy up. I sat there staring into space, but still conscious of the sounds around me. All of a sudden there was a muffled noise coming from outside, a bit like a van pulling up outside. That was strange; I thought to myself, it was a bit late to be taking deliveries now.
Being alone upstairs was tedious. Suddenly, the noise from downstairs had stopped; the voice of a man could be heard echoing through the walls. I crept around the back trying to make as little sound as possible. I got up and peered through a rack of clothes.
There were three men in all black clothing they were all wearing leather gloves but what the leather gloves was holding ,was much, much worse . All the staff were on the floor, apart from one. Bob was standing with his hands behind his head and a gun pointed towards his head.
My heart was racing. A phone was nowhere in sight. The silence was deafening. I looked around trying to catch someone’s eye and let them know that I was there. But the only thing that I could do was watch. The gunman ordered Bob to take all the cash out of the till. He did it quickly and stayed where he was. All eyes were on the robbers the silence could have been cut with a knife, and then out of the blue…
BANG. An ocean of screams filled the air, dust and smoke covered everything. I looked up and saw three men running into the night, they had got away.
Sirens were becoming louder. No need for an ambulance as no one was hurt. The police took everyone in one by one and asked them to give a statement. We told them everything we knew.
They caught the robbers the next week but the image of a gun being held to someone’s head will stay with me for the rest of my life.
The end
