"Hurry up and fill the bag up!"

A gun was aimed straight at my head and I stood there frozen in fear, my heart racing a mile a minute as I raised my hands above my head. I could feel my body shaking and I had heard what he said, but i couldnt bring myself to move. 

"I said, HURRY THE HELL UP BITCH" he yelled at me, shaking the gun in my face.

Finally I forced my body to move and I opened the cash register and slowly started to fill the dufle bag full of cash. My name is Caroline Smith and I have only been working here at Marley's Barn for two weeks and already I have a gun pointed at my face. Firstly, I found it odd that the man was here at all. I thought robberys happened in banks, so why did he have to come here, of all places, to a crappy hardware store. 

As I filled the bag i looked at him. He was a poor, ugly sight. He looked like he had just gotten out of bed. His hair was short and messed up, stubble presented itself unevenly shaven across his jaw line, he had yellow (extremerly disgusting) teeth and had a scar on his cheek in the shape of an 'S'. His clothes were like wise, just as bad. He wore a blue hoodie that had holes in the sleeves and black, tattered track-suit pants. i wouldnt be suprised if he was homeless.

"What you looking at?" He said snarling.

"...Nothing"

I finished filling the bag with all the money in the draw and handed it back over to him, my hands shaking uncontrolably. He snatched it from me and proceeded to leave the store. Everyone else including me, remained silent, hands still raised.

"If anyone tells the cops what I look like, I'll pay a personal visit to you and your family before they have time to catch me, especially you Caroline."

He winked at me as he exited and ran. A few people looked out the door to make sure he was gone, then breathed a sigh of relief. What a creep.

15 minutes later, the cops showed up, sirens blaring. Thankfully no one was hurt during the robbery, but for some reason it didnt feel like it happened at all. I supposed that I was still in shock. I was talking with a few officers and giving me their statement, I noticed someone pushing through the croud of onlookers. I was relieved to see that it was my boyfriend Peter. We both ran to eachother and I hugged him as tight as I could, and thats when the tears came out. He held on tightly and kissed my forehead, waiitng for me to calm down. I was so glad he came. He always made me feel so safe and loved.

I stopped crying and looked up to him smiling.

"Are you alright?"

I nodded and he smiled. He is really amazing. He has one of those smiles that can cheer you up no matter how sad your're feeling. One of the officers cleared his throat and we both turned to see him eyeing us.

"Right. Miss Smith, you will have to come down to the station to complete a proper witness statement and also give us a description of the man."

I flinched when he said it and I felt Peter tighten his hug, giving me strength.

"Sure."

The cop nodded and jestured us both towards an awaiting police cruiser. It was awkward on the ride to the station as complete silence stretched between the three of us. Peter's hand was intertwined with mine, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand. Peter turned towards me.

"You must have been terrified in there Carol. I know I would have been."

"Yea. It was crazy."

The cop looked in the rear view mirror. "We'll you've handled it really well Miss. Your brave.''

I gave him a small smile.

"And don't worry Miss, we'll catch him before you know it."

"I hope so." I said quietly. "What is your name?"

"My name is Marcus Field. You can call me Mark if you'd like."

"Alright Marcus." Peter smirked.

"No, not you. You can call me sir. She can call me Mark." Mark studied Peter through the mirror, Peter gave him a confused look.

"I'm joking lad. You can also call me Mark." Mark grinned.

Peter returned the grin and we sat in silence for the rest of the drive.