This is my new original story "Nature's Fate". I hope you all enjoy it; Chapter 1 should be up soon. Check out more of my stories on Wattpad.com. www.wattpad.com/user/musical_r…
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"Belles, this is insane. You can't do this." Annabelle rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, cupping his hand in her own as she smiled at him.
"William, I can do this, I have to. If I don't, you'll go to prison." She told him, a shudder running through her at the thought of going to prison. William didn't respond, his stare firmly set on their joined hands.
"William?" Annabelle finally questioned, pushing his chin up with her finger. He took in a breath, sighing deeply before nodding to her.
"You're right, this is the only way." Annabelle grinned at his agreement, turning to look at the building that loomed over the people who walked past it. She licked her lips in anticipation, looking away from the building.
"I'll be back before you know it." She nodded, squeezing his hand comfortingly. William only nodded, pulling her back for a kiss as she went to leave the car.
"Love you." He whispered. Annabelle, at a loss for words, simply smiled at him before fumbling with the latch on the door and exiting the little blue car. Deciding it was best not to look back, she headed into the building looking very dignified and innocent.
"Thank you." Annabelle smiled thankfully at a younger man who held the door open for. Few people have good manners, nowadays.
The young woman then skillfully maneuvered herself through the crowded lobby, riding the elevator to the tenth floor. Anxiously, she blew a piece of blonde hair out of her face, watching a small boy jump while the elevator climbed up the floors.
"Can I help you?" A woman, probably in her thirties, asked Annabelle, smiling kindly. Annabelle returned the smile, handing her an envelope with a key inside.
"I'm here to access my safety deposit box?" She hadn't meant for it to sound like a question, but the lady, whose name-tag read Susan, hadn't questioned a thing as she entered some numbers and words into her computer behind the service desk. Annabelle shuffled her feet, glancing around at the people asking to enter their own deposit boxes.
"Billy Jewels?" Susan asked, raising her perfectly trimmed eyebrows at Annabelle, who chuckled in reply.
"Billy's my husband." She lied. I'll have to talk to William later about his fake identities…
"Yes, of course he is. Right this way ma'am." Once again, Susan smiled at Annabelle as she directed her towards a room about twenty feet from the service desk.
"Gather what you need; you're free to leave once you're done." She told Annabelle, gesturing towards a box with the number 372 printed on it. Jane handed Annabelle the key before leaving the small room, locking the door as she did. Annabelle sighed in relief, quickly opening the small box and taking the bag in her small hands.
"You'll be alright, William." She smiled, pocketing the newly acquired item. Annabelle went to shut the box when something else caught her eye. It was almost too small to see, but when the light flashed on the glossy picture it lit up.
"What's this?" Annabelle muttered to herself, picking up the picture. Her eyes widened when she saw William in the picture. She hadn't recognized him, at first, as he had cut his hair since the picture had been taken, which might have been about a year ago. It was the person standing next to him that worried Annabelle the most. It was girl, not much younger than William, with her arms laced around his neck and her face red in embarrassment as he kissed her cheek. Annabelle's conspicuous temper flared.
"Worry about this later." She quickly reminded herself, shoving the photo angrily into her pocket and shutting the box with a slam.
"Thanks for banking with the Bank of Chicago!" Susan called after Annabelle as she made her way towards the elevator. She didn't respond to Susan, poking the down arrow angrily. Annabelle ignored the attempted small talk from a college kid in the elevator, walking with purpose into the lobby and out of the building.
"There she is! Grab her!" Annabelle's heart raced as two or three police men came around the corner, running towards Annabelle. She glanced hurriedly around for William's brilliant blue car, but it was nowhere in sight. He left me here…
"Stay where you are." One man instructed pointing his gun at Annabelle. The other told her to put her hands up, also pointing his gun not ten feet from her. She quietly obeyed, licking her lips as she turned around to face the men.
"We've got her." The first spoke into a walkie-talkie while the other searched Annabelle for weapons. He found no weapons, but he did take the bag that was the key to saving William. She frantically looked around, hoping William had just driven up the street. She was, however, terribly wrong.
"Looks a bit young for a jewel thief, don't you think?" The one who had searched her asked his partner, nodding his head at her to get down on her knees. The other man simply shook his head making a clicking noise in disapproval.
"How did you know?" Annabelle couldn't help to ask. They had been so careful to plan this; sending in Annabelle so they wouldn't recognize William, picking a day that the bank would be the most crowded so no one would notice her carrying around a bag full of stolen jewels, she even hacked into the secret camera system so that no one would have tape of that day.
"An anonymous tip now shut up and let me read you your rights." The second police man told her, bringing her hands behind her back to place the handcuffs on her wrists.
"Ow." Annabelle winced at how tight they were, but he paid no attention. She was then led to a nearby police car and shoved in the back like a toy doll.
"I haven't done anything wrong!" She tried to protest, knowing that she hadn't. The two men, now climbing into the front seat of the car, laughed at her.
"You were in possession of stolen property; I'd say you've done something wrong." The first man joked. Annabelle narrowed her eyes at him, though he didn't notice.
"No! I was framed by William Smith; he's the one who stole the jewels!" She told them, forgetting all about their reasoning for getting the jewels back in the first place. To save William, when he's the one who set her up? Annabelle scoffed at the thought.
"We'll look right into that, sweetheart." But the two men weren't even paying attention to her, going on with their lives as she inched closer to the horrid days she would spend in prison. Why William? Why?