Chapter 1
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The car nearly hit him. It was such a close thing but Micky jumped clear just in time. The car careered into a load of trash cans at the end of the street. It was late and there was no one about, no one who could help. Micky got up from the pavement where he had fallen. The car began to smoke and flames licked out from under the hood. Micky began to stagger, then he ran to the car. There was a pretty girl behind the wheel but he hadn't time to notice particulars. He pulled her out and dragged her to safety as the fire had really began to take hold.
"You alright miss?" He asked.
She had a bump on her head and seemed understandably distressed but otherwise looked unharmed.
"I'm ok, just my ankle hurts," she told him.
"I need to go ring for an ambulance," Micky said as he looked around for a call box.
"No please, don't do that. My father would be so angry to know about the car."
"He'd probably be happy to know you're not hurt," Micky put in logically.
"No please," she took his arm. "You must hide me."
Micky wouldn't consider such a thing, she needed to go to a hospital but she looked so desperate.
Before he could think better of it Micky had brought her back to the beach house.
"Please Micky, do you have any old clothes I could wear." She asked as she lay on the couch. "I need a disguise of some sort."
This was going too far, Micky sat down next to her and decided some straight talk was necessary.
"Look miss, I want to help you."
"Charlotte, Charlotte Henning," she told him.
"I wanna help you Charlotte but I think it would be a good idea if you would tell me what's going on. Why are you so scared?"
"That's a fair question. Micky, my father is a very rich man, he is also one of the biggest gangsters in America. Drugs, hits, money laundering you name it. I just had to get away from him. I'm not like that Micky. I take after my mother. She passed away two years ago. I need to start a new life find my identity away from my father's influence. Please, I'll pay you back sometime. Won't you please help me?"
~o~
Mike, Davy and Peter got back from the movies later that evening.
"Micky you're lucky you went off in a huff," Peter told him. "You missed one rubbish movie."
"I didn't go off in a huff, I just needed to do some thinking," Micky shrugged.
Davy grinned "Mike said your drumming was too erratic and your timing was off and you still maintain you didn't go off in a huff."
"Only girls go off in a huff,"
They all stared at the boy who had just come from the kitchen. He wore a beat up grey sweater, jeans and a blue baseball cap.
"Guys this is eh...Charlie. He's a friend of mine. I said he could crash on the couch for a couple of days. That's ok isn't it?"
Mike frowned "he's a little young Micky, how old are you?"
Charlotte had to think fast, she was 16 but judged that she must look younger dressed as a boy.
"Fourteen," she lied.
She flushed red as this older boy scrutinised her from head to foot.
"Fourteen? Where's your folks, aren't they worried about you?"
"I'm travelling, they know I'm travelling. They're ok with that. I just need a place to crash for a couple of days."
But Mike had a lot more questions, "where'd you two meet?" He asked.
Charlotte hung back and let Micky take this one.
"He worked at Harry's Pizza Hut with me, he did the deliveries," Micky answered.
He wished Charlotte would let him tell the guys her story but it seemed she didn't trust anyone.
Mike nodded but he wasn't convinced.
"Come on Mike, I'm starving," Davy put the pizza's on the table and sent Peter to get glasses.
"You hungry Charlie?" he asked their new friend.
Charlie was slightly smaller than Davy, to him that was a real plus already.
"I'm starving," she grinned taking the pizza slice he handed her. She began to eat trying to ignore Mikes eyes watching her.
That night Micky brought her some blankets and a pillow and she made herself comfortable on the couch. She wore an oversized night shirt belonging to her new friend. He totally bought her story, bless him. He obviously wasn't too bright. She smiled warmly to herself when she considered all the fun she was about to have.