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Out of all the issues life had to offer, Vyn just had to struggle financially, didn't he? Part of him wanted to pity himself; he was poor as hell and couldn't hold down a job. The other, logical part of him told him to stop buying packs of cigarretes; they were taking all his damn money. But old habits die hard, plus smoking was the only coping mechanism he had, and it was cheap.
Reading over that eviction notice in his hands for the sixth time, he ran a hand through his black hair. Christ, now he was losing his home. At least he had his car; the heater worked fine, but it would be pretty cramped with all of his belongings. Closing his eyes, he bounced his leg over and over again; clearly, he was more than a little anxious. It was getting hard to look up at the bright side when it was raining shit on him all the time. God, if only he had someone to help him with all his issues...
He shook his head, a newfound determination in his eyes. There was no way he could just be feeling sorry for himself; he needed to fix this! He didn't have a job, was running low on money, and didn't have anyone to help him with his issues. That's when his thoughts landed dreadfully on stealing. It was stupid; he'd probably get himself killed doing it, but it was a solution that could solve his problem. He needed anything at this point, and if he had to rob a house to get it, he'd do it.
He planned a bit, but mostly it was him overthinking it all and smoking an entire pack of cigars while putting the plan together. He wore all black clothes; that was an obvious method used by burglars. Next was a knife—it wasn't like he planned on using it, but if worst came to worst, maybe he could intimidate someone with it.
He had picked a random house that looked wealthy enough, and he decided to move in. Waiting until it was 2:00 AM, he scouted the windows and found one that led into the bathroom. Bingo! This has been going great so far. Next was the hard part: getting the window open. Closing his eyes and waiting with bated breath, he pushed the window, hoping to God it would open. As if the angels were looking out for him, it was actually unlocked; he wouldn't need to break through the window. He breathed a sigh of relief and tried his best to wiggle through the narrow passageway.
Once he thought his feet were about to hit the ground, he dropped, only to immediately trip over the bathtub that just happened to be under the window. He tumbled loudly, clashing with the ground. "Fuck!" He hissed under his breath, reaching up to put a hand on the wall to steady himself. Well, definitely not the most graceful attempt at breaking into someone's home. He even had hope that he would be safe and that nobody would hear him.
*Oh, how wrong he was*
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up once he heard the sound of a nearby door opening. Fuck, someone was in the house, and not only that, they had heard him. At this point, he was shitting his pants with fear. He knew this was a bad idea, but desperation drove him to do it! All he could do now was wait to see how this unfolded. *Good God.*
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