The diary of a criminal

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Chapter 10 (v.1) - A thief, yet very kind

Submitted: April 22, 2013

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Submitted: April 22, 2013



 Day 43

I opened the door and leaned against the doorway.

The girl looked up at me quietly.

“Where were you last night?” I said, narrowing my eyes.

She didn’t answer. She just stared at me with her wide and confused eyes.

I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Last night,” I said “I had some colleagues over for tea and one of them lost her earring. Any idea?”

She didn’t answer again.

“I have searched the whole house,” I went on. I took a step down on the old rotten stairs that led to the basement. “My servants have searched the whole house. But I couldn’t find the earring. There’s only one possibility left: you stole it.”

The girl shook her head at once.

I took a few more steps downward.

“Listen, kid,” I said “I don’t have time for this stupid drama. If that earring was inside the house then I would’ve found it by now. So if you have it, and you probably do, then give it now. I need it now.

She gulped and backed away in a corner.

I went completely downstairs to the basement. The stairs creaked when I stepped on them.

“Give it,” I whispered, walking up to her.

She didn’t move. I took out my gun.

“Are you going to give it?” I hissed.

She reached out with shaky hands and took out a packet from her pocket.

I snatched it from her hands and opened the crumpled paper around it.

Inside, sparkling even in the dark, lay the diamond earring.

Placing it in my pocket, I turned to the girl.

“I..I...didn’t…st..” she stuttered. She couldn’t even speak with fear.

I slapped her across the face before she could go on.

She fell down on the floor and whimpered.

“You know,” I said “You were just lucky I didn’t kill you. But I’m sick of this now.”

I thrashed her around her room, punching and kicking her as I wished. By the time I was done, the girl was covered in blood and crying for mercy.

“Disgusting little thief,” I spat, walking back to the stairs. I had just taken a few steps when I felt the stairs shaking under me.

Suddenly, the whole stairway cracked. And I fell face down in cobwebs and dust.

I groaned with anger as I sat up. My shirt was completely ruined and my pants had a tear on them. And to top all of my problems, the fall sprained my ankle.

I started to get up but I couldn’t walk properly and I couldn’t even see in the dust. For at least ten minutes, I just lay there, trying to catch my breath.

I suppose that day was meant to be unlucky for me, but I did see something I never expected.

After a while, I felt two arms around me. The girl put my arms around her shoulders and stood up slowly.

I don’t remember how she dragged me back to the door. I don’t remember how she called for help. But after a while, few servants helped me climb out of the basement.

As they started to lead me back to my room, I turned around to look inside the basement at the girl one more time.

She stared back at me with wide and confused eyes. Her face was covered in blood, sweat, dirt and tears and yet it showed concern.

That girl was a thief. She had stolen the earring after all. I wanted to thank her for helping me but my pride stopped me from doing so. I felt a slight heartache when she started crying again after a while. But my arrogance prevented me from comforting her…..


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