After talking to the boys for a bit more, we had to go back to our cells. I unzipped my jumpsuit and let the top part hang off my waist, showing off some of my tattoos and scars. My black spaghetti strap tank top gave me a better think-twice-before-messing-with-me look.

"Woah, where did that come from?" One woman said, pointing to my biggest scar; the only one that wasn't my fault.

I shrugged, "The incident."

"The what?"

We got back to our cells and by now everyone was listening to our conversation.

I began to think back, way before I even started heists...

I was young and stupid. 17 and freshly out of high school to be exact.

I was dating this guy at the time, Shawn. He was tall and a bit bigger than most the people in the school. His dark brown hair was always in a quiff and his cold, blue eyes were anything but soothing. He never wore shirts without sleeves, so he always showed of his pale skin and self tattoos. He was always rude to people and I felt bad for him so when he asked my out, I said yes.

Probably one of the worst mistakes of my life.

We we're fine at first. He was very sweet, but after high school, he convinced he to move in with him. After about a month or two, he lost his job and I had to start working over-time a lot. I worked at McDonald's at the time, and all I was making was shit.

I started noticing my money going missing, so I brought it up with Shawn, and he just kept trying to change the subject. I shrugged it off though, thinking maybe I spent it and forgot I did.

Shawn's additude started to change too. He became more hostile; pushed me around and held me too tight.

One night, my manager's wife was going into labor and no one else could come in, so they let us all go home. When I got to my house, there was another car in the driveway.

My first thought was 'Oh, Shawn has a friend over.'

I parked in front of the house and went to the unlocked door. I opened it and was greeted by moaning, grunting, different pieces of clothing laying everywhere, and a certain sent roaming the air.

I slammed the door and the house grew silent. I ran to our bedroom and saw what I was expecting to see.

Okay before I go on, I never had sex with Shawn. We slept in the same bed, but we've never saw each other past our underwear. But we've never had sex because he always refused to wear a condom.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I screamed.

"(Y/n), I sw-"

"Who the fuck is she?" I scream louder, pointing at the girl below him.

"Shawn, who is that?" She questioned.

Shawn turns back to her and sighs, "My girlfriend."

She makes a disgust face, and pushes him away. She gets up and starts putting her clothes back on. He gets up too, lazily putting on a pair of boxers.

She looks at me, "I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," I said then looked at Shawn, "it's my ex-boyfriend's."

"Ex?" Shawn shouts in question.

The girls rushes past me and I grab some of my bags and start shoving my clothes and money into them.

"(Y/n), please let me explain." He said.

Hot tears rolled don't my cheek and fell off my chin. I wasn't crying because of what he did, I was crying because I was too blind to see it before it happened. Plus, I wasted two years of my life with that bastard.

I slipped on my backpack and slug my duffle bag over my shoulder. I didn't say anything; I just stormed out of the room. I went to the front door as fast as could, but that fact that I just got off work and my luggage was holding all of my clothing, didn't make the situation any easier.

I was inches away from the door when I felt a huge sting on my left shoulder; Like someone just grabbed my skin a held it with all their might. I whipped my head to see what was going on and I see Shawn holding a knife in my arm. I drop the duffle bag and just stood there and stared at him in shock.

He suddenly looked at what he was doing, and like he didn't notice it, tried to pull the large kitchen knife out of my arm, but he only made the gash bigger.

I screamed as the blood rushed out of my arm. I started hearing a ringing in my ear and Shawn was losing his mind while questioning himself, but sooner or later, I wasn't even able to hear myself scream.

I dropped the backpack and ran to the bathroom, grabbing the first-aid kit. I quickly fixed myself up and hurried back out. Shawn was following me, but I still couldn't understand what he was saying. I grabbed my bags again and ran out of that damned house.

I ran to my mom's house which was about four blocks away. Blood continued to gush out my arm, but I refused to stop anywhere but there.

When I got there, I ran up to the door and pounded on it. My vision began to get hazy and loopy, so I blink continuously until I heard the door open. I tried to focus on my sight on her.

"(Y/n)? Oh my dear lord, what happened?" She yelled, the smell of alcohol hit me like I was a target.

"M-Mom...need help...now."

Then I blacked out.

I had stitches in my arm for almost a year. During that time, Shawn was arrested, Mom died, I lost my job, and I fell behind on bills. That's when I showed up to the wrong place at the wrong time.

I was trying to get a loan so I could by a car, so I could go, at the very least, look for a job. The bank wasn't that busy, but something felt off. I started looking around, but I didn't see anything suspicious, until I saw the cameras. They were hanging down like they were broken.

I honestly didn't know what to do, so I tapped on the guy's shoulder.

He turned and raised an eyebrow suspiciously, "Can I help you?"

"Do the cameras always look like that?" I said pointing at the closest one.

He rolled his eyes towards it, not caring until he saw it.

"Ma'am." The guy yelled, trying to get the lady at the desk's attention.

"Ma'am!" He shouted this time, making everyone look at him.

The man that was in front of him turned around, "Sir, please wait your turn."

"The cameras!" He yelled.

"What?" The lady at the desk asked.

"All the cameras are down." He said looking at the other ones.

Everyone started looking at the cameras, but then the power went out.

"Everyone on the ground, now!" Someone screamed.

I bolted under the desk as most of the people ran to the nearest exit, soon finding out it was locked.

"I said, get on the fucking ground!" The same person screamed a bit louder.

They all fell to the ground either putting their hands up in surrender or over their heads.

I wasn't able to see who they were due to the lights being off and where I was, but I could see their shadows. I manly saw their bodies, but that was good enough to scare me. It was three men, and all three were carrying AK-47s.

I wanted to scream, but I knew that that would just get me in more trouble. Instead, I covered my ears with my hands and put my head into my knees. I silently cried as I heard gunshots, screaming, and banging.

Then it stopped. Everything stopped after the exit everyone else was at opened. I lifted my head and saw figures fighting with other figures. I looked at the exit and saw purses, scattered money and bank cards. The men continued to fight, but it eventually ended when one of their masks fell off.

The only reason I knew it was a mask, was because it slid to my feet. I couldn't really tell what it was, but at that moment I thought in was a pig or something. I look up to see if anything changed and I met a pair of  piercing baby blue eyes. I suddenly heard thuds and and the eyes turn away and our attention went to another door opening.

"Wildcat, lets go!" The one holding the door screamed.

He looked at me one more time then grabbed his mask and ran.

They stole over five thousand dollars that day, and all I could think was how they did it with such ease. I decided to give it a try, just so I could see if it was difficult.

It started with picking pockets then soon went to full on house robberies. All I needed was the common knowledge I learned in all my programming and engineering classes in high school, plus some common sense and it was easy.

"And that's where it all began." I finished.

"Wait, I thought you said no one helped you when the incident happened, but you went to your mom's house?" Shallow said.

"She let me stay there, and that was it." I said, "In fact, she held that against me for the longest time. Until that bitch finally died from alcohol poisoning."

"That's kind of ironic how your boys were the reason you started to steal." Someone commented.

Many of the ladies agreed, but one of them shouted, "Are you dating that one?"

The women fell silent.

"That one what?" I asked.

"The one who you made eye contact with." She explained.

"Yeah," Shallow joined in, "Tyler, right?"

I smiled.

"Funny," I said, "you ladies can see something in a few minutes, but the guys I lived with for over six years didn't."

"So you are?"

"Yeah." I admitted, "Four years next month."

"How'd that happen?"

Well...

Marcel had a girlfriend, and they've been dating for about seven years and still going, despite the situations he got himself into. Anyways, those two were so cute together and were always on dates, so he wasn't around very much.

Craig, on the other hand, could never just settle with one girl. One day it'll be this girl, but by the next it would be that girl. Resulting in him not being around often either.

Tyler and I thought while they were gone, we should watch movies until they got back.

We watched all kinds of movies: Comedy, Romance, Action, etc. but the one movie that changed it all was "The Sandlot."

It was at the scene where Squint kisses the lifeguard and the narrator said he had more guts than the rest of them, so I got an idea for a joke that resulted into more.

"Ha! I could do that easily!" I said as I turned to Tyler.

I was going to kiss his cheek, but when my lips collided with his face, it didn't feel like a cheek, so I opened my eyes and met his blue ones.

However, he did something I didn't expect: He closed his eyes and kissed back!

Not going to lie, I had feelings for him, and I immediately melted into his sweet kiss.

"That's when he asked me out and we started secretly dating." I finished.

"Why did it have to be a secret?"

"Because we didn't know how the others we're going to react and I didn't want them to forbid anything." I explained.

"Why Tyler?" A new voice asked.

"Yeah," Shallow commented, "Craig sounds awesome."

"Well, anyone could see that Tyler was strong, focused, a great leader, and goofy at some times, but he was mysterious when it came to his past, and I liked that characteristic about him because I was too." I said.

"Ooh..." They said stupidly.

I looked at the clock above the cell across from me. Just a more hours, and I'll be out of here.

-A/N-
If I write a new story that IS NOT x reader, who'd read it? Be honest because if not, then it'll have to be x reader OR I'll put up "additions" (I guess you could call it) and put certain people into a book.
You decide:
1.) X Reader (for everyone)
2.) No Reader (just a regular fanfic)
3.) Additions (everyone gets a shot)
Books a secret; tell me your votes and THEN I'll tell you