𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝐀𝐬𝐩𝐲𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 ~ 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬

𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

The security guards pulled John B and I off the ground and roughly yanked us toward the front of the house.

The guard held my wrists unnecessarily tight, causing me to wince in pain.

"Shit!" I panted, trying to yank away, which only resulted in me being held tighter.

My left wrist in particular was really bothering me.

Despite being very visibly in pain, the man continued to keep his tight grip on me.

We came to a grassy area near the front of the house and the guards threw, literally threw, us to our knees.

"Get your hands on your head," One of them instructed. "Come on,"

"We're going," John B muttered, placing his hands onto his head.

I did the same, going as fast as I could manage with my entire body aching.

"Goddamn," I breathed, tired and in pain.

John B glanced over at me.

"You're arm..." He whispered.

I couldn't see it since my hands were on my head, but based on John B's facial expression and the pain that I was in, it probably didn't look good.

"Okay, who's calling Mr. Cameron?" One of the guards asked.

How about nobody?

"I got video going," Another promptly answered, holding up a cell phone.

I heard my dad's voice answer from the other end.

Fucking shit.

"Mr.Cameron, sorry to disturb you at this time," The guard apologized. "This is Island Security. We've apprehended two suspects trying to break into your house,"

"What do they look like?" My father asked.

The guard glanced at John B and I to get a better description.

"Caucasian male and female. Both about seventeen, eighteen,"

"Were they in the house?" My dad asked. "They weren't in the house, were they?"

"Let me see their faces," I heard him say. "Put the camera on their faces,"

My stomach fell.

Absolutely fucking not.

"Mr.Cameron wants to look at you," The guard told us.

John B and I exchanged a panicked glance.

John B shook his head. "No,"

"Not happening," I said.

I had to make sure the speakers on the phone couldn't pick up the sound of my voice.

If they did, and my dad heard it, he would for sure recognize it as me.

"Hold their heads up," The guard told the others.

Two security guards grabbed John B and I, lifting our heads.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"I'm losing signal, can you hear me?" My father asked.

The guard nodded. "Yes, we can, sir,"

"Okay, put the camera on their faces,"

Just as the guard went to turn the camera, the lawn sprinklers went off, soaking not only John B and I, but the security guards and the phone as well.

Thank fucking God.

I knew that it wasn't just pure luck though.

Our sprinklers didn't turn on automatically.