I look down the gravel street as my footsteps fall into a rhythmic pattern. I start to count the beat and let my mind travel else where. Other than the panic I feel each time I walk down a dark alley way.
Even though most cases I have to do during the week is here, in the criminal classic alleyway, or in some scarier places nothing can ever erase the panic I feel ever since that gut wrenching night.
I start to fall into a trance of rhythmic beat, I fail to notice the heavy footsteps coming from behind me.
Everything happens in a rush.
In one swift motion, I feel a hard tug on my jacket and soon felt the hard brick wall against my back almost peiricing my exposed forearms.
I gasp for breath as this hooded figure's forearm, at full force,is against my chest,pinning me against the wall.

"Wow who knew we could get to third base so qui-",before I could finish my sarcastic remark, I feel a soft, ghostly pale, hand clamp over my mouth roughly.
After almost a year of doing this kind of work for my clients nothing like this really phases me all that much, but then the traumatizing memories flood back into my mind.
How ironic that me, a paid robber ,would be so prone to getting panic attacks every so often instead of feeling the great adrenaline rush that everyone talks about. But hey something has to pay the bills and it's not like I was like this since the beginning. I used to feel that adrenaline rush and sometimes enjoy it. It's all because of that one night.
That one night.
I could already feel my heart beat starting to go a lot faster than I ever thought could be humanly possible and tears start coming from the corner of my eyes.
Before my thoughts go to static and ears go numb I start counting from ten to stop the memories and overwhelming panic attacks that come with it.
Ten.
I notice his hand thats clamped over my mouth start to shake.
Nine.
I see tears cascading down his cheeks from behind his hood.
Eight.
I'm out from drowning, I can breath little huffs through my nose.
Seven.
His chest is going up and down, up and down right in front of me... Too fast.
Six.
I feel like I'm on ground my mind's not spinning in the clouds.
Five.
I see his lips tremble.
Four.
I regain my senses.
Three.
His shaking hand is off from my mouth.
Two.
I can breath full again.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
One.
I regain my footing to stand.
He leans his back against the wall and let's himself fall so he is sitting on the floor, with his head in his hands, mumbling incoherently.
"I'm sorry. ", I hear a groggy voice filled with regret whisper to me.
He seems sincere so i sit beside him wanting to know what the hell just happened.
I turn to him to see him staring at me from from between his sleeves,he has over his hands.
This i realize,is the first time i really get a good look at him.
And im so glad i did.
His black, dark sky fringe falls perfectly above his blue eyes. They were so blue that if you wanted to, you could stare into them all day and still somehow find something new each time.
I could go swimming in those eyes.
His face is a ghostly pale,from the cold night air, and his cheeks hold a bright pink blush that compliment his baby pale pink lips.
Instead I awkwardly pat his shoulder, not knowing what to say.
Simply at a lost for words because my mind is blank.
What was once so filled with over whelming thoughts is completely empty.
Like how a firework keeps popping and popping until it abruptly stops.
It losses it's spark.
Nobody has ever been able to do that to me.
Make me silent.

I feel his shoulder move from underneath my hand and I slowly back away.
"I needed money. " is the statement that leaves his lips.
"You we're going to try to take my money?",I ask irritation radiating off my voice, leaving my trance.
"Yes, I guess so it's just my family really needs the money... I just came from the store down the street not really able to afford much so I panicked and figure this was the only way I could do it I'm so sorry. "
He explains in what seems like one breath with how fast it was and how his chest is still heaving just a bit.
But I some how understood it and before I could stop myself I give out a loud laugh while clapping my hands into the air.
"Way to go you, you totally got me. Soon the police are going to start putting up wanted posters all over town looking for you with how much crime you've done. " I say sarcasm dripping off every word while laughing at his confused ,baffled, face staring back at me.
"What ? I don't understand" he starts.
"Well clearly you don't you couldn't even make it through this one robbery without apologizing ....you've got all the wrong technique and no confidence. " I state.
"And I suppose you do? " he fights back.
I'm not supposed to tell anyone about what I do but considering he did try to commit a crime I figured he can't be all that innocent.
"Well I actually do as a matter of fact it is what puts food on the table and I'm guessing that's what you want. "
"Wait so this is your job.... To rob people? " he gasps at the end of his sentence.
"Don't act all innocent you did just tried to do it and in the words of my clients I only do it to the people that deserve it. You know people who sell drugs and don't give them their money back it's all karma. " I finish, defending myself.
"And... Do you make a lot? You know to rob them? " he asks a glint in his eyes clearly a step ahead of me.
Well I wasn't expecting that question.
"I mean I guess so? Why? ",I question.
"I need you to help me. ",he says, choosing his words carefully.
"Why would I do that?" ,i ask secretly wanting to that way i can learn more about this mysterious,raven haired boy.
"I could turn you in ." ,he says trying to come off as thretening but you could hear the waver in his voice.
"I could turn you in for pushing me against the wall...thats an offense i probably have a bruise in my forearm so thats all the proof i need." I fight back without a waver in my voice.
He looks down defeated.
"But you do have alot to learn...." I trail off as his beautiful eyes meet mine once again with a hopeful glint this time instead of one full of regret.
"I guess i could help you a bit.", I say not regreting my words even if the tone says I do. I don't want to sound desperate. That's how you get hurt.

A/N: hey it's muzakon here this story is also going to be worked with alicetheamazingbean
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This is technically my second time writing a phanfic but I like to think of it as my first because the first was a flop lol
So please bear with me if it's bad
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