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I’m On The “Don’t Harm” List (1/?)

This line is taking forever, Chelsea thought to herself as she leaned against the queue barrier. She glanced at Jenifer, her older sister, through the corner of her eye with a slight frown on her face. ‘It won’t take long,’ she said. ‘Just a few minutes and we’ll be out quicker than you can say spaghetti,’ she said.

It was quite the contrary, however, because Chelsea had been repeating “spaghetti” in her head for the past nineteen minutes, even adding “meatballs” to her inward chanting. She had already been reluctant to leave the house from a sudden premonition, and they were typically never wrong.

“What’s the hold up?” Jenifer asked herself aloud in irritation. “We shouldn’t have come today.”

That’s what I tried telling you, Chelsea wanted to retort, but she bit her tongue to hold it back. Rolling her head to relieve the tension in her neck from standing up for so long, she sighed and pulled her phone out from her pocket. The number of notifications startled her.

Oh, right. I forgot I had ‘Do Not Disturb’ on. The “volleygays” group chat had been texting nonstop, and Chelsea was surprised that people still texted in it as frequently as when it was created.

It’s been almost four years since the group chat was made, and Chelsea had already graduated high school by the time she was added to it.

Kinda makes me feel a little old even though I’m only twenty-two, she smiled with nostalgia.

She opened one of the notifications to reply to Dari, when loud bangs and the sound of glass shattering boomed from the entrance of the bank. In a panic, many of the people inside squealed with terror, whereas Chelsea remained slightly apathetic.

She didn’t realize that Jenifer was clutching her arm until warm droplets started dripping on it. When she turned her head, she saw that Jenifer was crying silently, making her eyes widen in surprise. I haven’t seen her cry since forever.

“Everyone get down on the floor!” a booming, gruff voice echoed throughout the lobby. A few more screams were heard before everyone was crouching low on the ground. Through the support of her little sister’s arm, Jenifer was finally able to get down, albeit shakily.

A few seconds later, four large men barged into the building, each one armed with a different type of gun. One of them walked straight up to the counter, demanding that the worker put money in the large bag he was holding. The sight of a weapon made Chelsea pale, and she finally realized that this wasn’t some romantic novel written by a bored teenager.

This was real. This was true fear.

Her blood rushed through her veins with adrenaline as she tried thinking of a way to get out of this life-threatening predicament. But while she was thinking logically, it was apparent that someone next to her wasn’t. A middle-aged man with small wrinkles at the corner of his eyes had indiscreetly reached for his phone.

That fool…! Chelsea exclaimed internally with a panicked look in her eyes. She tried signaling him to stop without any of the burly men noticing, but of course, his fear had clouded his vision. The consequences of his impudent actions were severe — the robber closest to their area shot him in the leg.

“Ahhh!” The middle-aged man screamed in agony. He dropped his phone on the ground and held his leg close, as if to ease the pain. The man who shot the middle-aged businessman strode over and crushed the cellphone under his boot.

Chelsea had frozen up, the loud gunshot striking fear deep into her bones. She was unable to look away from the blood gushing out of the man’s wound.

“A good example was set just now,” the man said, loud enough so everyone can hear. “If you move, we’ll shoot. So unless you want to help us with target practice, don’t even think about doing anything.”

I’m going to die, Chelsea gulped in fear. I don’t want to die.

“Wahhh!” Jenifer suddenly wailed, snapping Chelsea out of her thoughts. Chelsea turned her head quickly and attempted to calm her weeping sister before the man pointed his weapon at her. She warily glanced at him through the corner of her eyes and hugged Jenifer tightly, whispering comforting words into her ear. Fortunately, he didn’t do anything, and after a few minutes, Jenifer calmed down.

Thanks to her older sister’s outburst, Chelsea had composed herself and rid of her thoughts of dying. She finally let go of her and turned her gaze to the paling businessman drenched in sweat. Thinking of a way to help, since it seemed no one else had the courage to even breathe, Chelsea spoke lowly to her sister once more.

“Jen, I’m going to help that man over there, okay?” she whispered.

Shaking her head vigorously, Jenifer muttered, “No, no. P-please, don’t leave me.”

“It’s okay, it’s going to be okay. Just don’t move, and nothing will happen to you,” Chelsea reassured her. After a few seconds of Jenifer looking in her eyes for any signs of doubt, she breathed out slowly and nodded, loosening her grip on her younger sister’s sleeve.

Then, Chelsea slowly raised both her arms in a surrendering position, and the man that had shot the businessman swiveled so quickly she was surprised he didn’t get whiplash.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” he exclaimed, raising his gun at her. The sight of her surrendering pose made him hesitate from shooting. At least he still has a conscience.

“I’m just going to help that man over there,” Chelsea spoke slowly and carefully. “I don’t want anyone to die.”

After confirming that Robber #1, the nickname Chelsea made for him on the spot, wasn’t going to do anything other than watch closely, she slowly made her way to the man.

“Sir, are you alright?” she asked, just to make sure he was still able to think. He looked at her with slight relief in his eyes and nodded with a grimace.

Once she got over to him, however, her mind blanked. What am I supposed to do now? Thinking of every war and medical-related movie she’s ever watched, she remembered that pressure had to be applied to the wound, and something tight should be wrapped above it to stop the profuse bleeding.

Wincing from recalling what she must do, Chelsea carefully explained what she was going to do to the man.

“Sir, I’m going to need you to apply pressure to the wound. While you do that, I’m going to wrap something around your leg to stop the bleeding,” she said slowly. “It’s going to hurt, so please brace yourself and remember to pace your breathing.”

He took a deep breath and nodded, his arms shaking as he raised them to apply pressure. He gurgled out in pain as he made sure to hold his leg tightly, and Chelsea took off her belt as quickly as she could. Then, wrapping the belt around his upper thigh, she quickly buckled it to the tightest setting. Taking off her sweater, she placed the bunched clothing under the man’s hand.

Chelsea twisted around and reached for her sister’s purse, pulling out a fresh water bottle. Twisting off the cap, she crawled closer to the man’s head and brought the bottle to his lips.

“Thank you,” he grunted, tears still falling from his eyes. Noticing that Chelsea had finished helping the man, Robber #1 cocked his gun again.

“Alright, that’s enough. Go back to where you were,” he snapped. Nodding, she raised her arms in surrender again and scooted back slowly.

Geez, what an asshole. Who pissed in his cereal this morning? she thought to herself.

Or at least, she thought she did.

“What did you just say!?” Robber #1 yelled, stomping over to her. Yanking Chelsea’s hair and turning her face towards him, he continued, “Say that again, you fucking tonk.”

Chelsea clenched her teeth from the stinging pain in her scalp and glared at him for calling her a “tonk”.

“I said, ‘Okay.’ Goodness gracious,” she grumbled. But Robber #1 wasn’t taking anyone’s bullshit that day, and Chelsea’s obvious lie triggered his lack of self-control.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me!” he screamed in her ear, making her grimace. He suddenly jabbed her temple with the muzzle of his gun, and Jenifer shrieked in fear. That’s definitely going to leave a bruise.

“Chelsea!” she called, reaching out.

“Stay back, Jen! I’m okay,” Chelsea exclaimed in panic. She didn’t want to bring her sister into this.

Robber #2, the one threatening the worker to put money in the bag, faced the scene, wondering what all the commotion was about.

“Oi, Tora what’s all the–” Robber #2 started, but froze immediately once he saw my face. Okay, so this asshole’s code name is Tiger. Ha. Maybe that’s why he’s in a mood.

“This bi–”

“Let go of her right now,” Robber #2 commanded threateningly. The glare he sent Tiger was enough to make Chelsea shudder, and it wasn’t even directed towards her.

“But Vice-san!” Tiger whined. “She was being disrespectful!”

Robber #2, or Vice-san, treaded over and bunched his collar.

“Do you know who that is?!” he asked aggressively. “Take a good look at her face!”

Tiger furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at Chelsea with a sneer, tugging her head closer to him. She yelped in pain. After a couple seconds, he immediately loosened his grip as a look of recognition glossed over his dilated eyes.

“S-sorry!” He apologized to the young woman and bowed once very lowly.

Vice-san rushed over to the counter and hurriedly packed everything up. Then, signaling to the other two, he screamed, “Code Black!”

The buff men spun around quickly and widened their eyes when they looked at Chelsea, sprinting out the building and into the van waiting at the front. Chelsea let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, and her strength left her legs, causing her to fall on the ground. One of the workers immediately dialed the police, another called an ambulance for the businessman, and everyone started crying in relief.

Jenifer rushed over and nearly squeezed the life out of Chelsea, and she let out a quiet “oof”. Hugging her back, Chelsea inhaled a deep breath once more and rubbed her sister’s back comfortingly.

“Thank god,” Jenifer cried into her shoulder. “Thank god you’re okay.”

The two sisters remained in that position until they heard the wails of several sirens, and they got up to finally leave the place in which the traumatizing incident took place. A couple policemen noticed the great deal of blood soaking Chelsea’s jeans and hands, and promptly asked her a bunch of questions.

“Miss, are you alright?! Did you get wounded? Do you know the people who...” But she wasn’t paying attention. Her mind was wandering back to when Vice-san had demanded Tiger to let go of her.

Just what the hell was that supposed to mean?

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