Mobsters Mrs
Time to run
My name is Sonya Dowson. I am 43 years old. My daughter loran is currently serving a 6 year sentence. She hired a hit man to kill her farther and he deserved every bullet he got. She gets it off he mother. I stupidly thought that if I got Charlie's business rivals taken out he'd appreciate me more. Instead of which I got 5 years then another 5 for doing the same to a screw. My life wasn't always like this.
Let me rewind a bit. Ah…13 the start of my teenage years they should be the happiest years of your life. Very different in my case in fact quite the opposite. As it stands no child should be bullied. What matter is that kids live in piece with one another? Back in the day that was the problem piece they didn't know the meaning of the word. So what is the meaning of the sacred word? I didn't know it then. But now I do and you should too. Image living everyday being tortured no matter what you did it was always the same. You got to school got physically and mentally laughed at. Then when you came home you got the same.
You live this torched till you were 15 all your life you save your money till one day. The one day you pack your bags. That day you finally have enough money for a train ticket. You go to London and quite frankly you'd rather be further away.
At his point I had finally arrived at London. I walked out the station the first person I saw was Kerry my mum's best mate. Busted! My perfect escape had failed. She immediately phoned my mother. Over the phone all I heard was "your stupid for doing this" what came next are words I can not even bring myself to repeat. Then she wonders why I left her.
Plan B
I stopped at Kerry's house that night. It was about 3:00 am. Nobody was awake except for me. There was my chance plan B in action. I `borrowed ' some cash food and some drinks. Then got my stuff and ran. I'd been on the run for about 2 days. Then I passed out at kings cross. This lad woke me up. That was the first time I met Charlie-the first person who had been nice to me in London. He took me to his house. Maggie his mum insisted I should phone my mum. She hadn't finished her sentence and I told her no.
About an hour later Charlie's dad walked through the door. John Dawson! As soon as I had entered London I'd heard of John Dawson. He was the `gang land boss' and I had just become mates with his son. Just my look I had taken a fancy to the son of the number 1 mobster.
John let me pay rent to stay in the guest house. The next day I got a job at the local shop £7.50 a day. 3 days later Charlie walked through the door "am I ever gunna get rid of you" he laughed. I told him I was hoping he wouldn't want to. "Well I know what I want" and he kissed me. That was it from then on.
It was my 19th birthday my present from Charlie was me moving in with him. I was so happy.