Chapter Two: Snipe.
Lily groaned. It was bad enough she had a splitting headache, she just couldn't relax knowing that they were still onto her for what she'd done. She rested with her head on the kitchen table, sighing loudly. "You look comfortable," a sarcastic voice said behind her, making her jump.
"Oh," Lily blushed. "It's only you..." her voice trailed off as she realised she didn't know her name yet.
"Kat," Kat said slowly. "Were you expecting someone else? Lily?" Lily's eyes widened. "Relax, relax, I only read it from your necklace!" Kat laughed, noticing Lily's shocked expression. Lily sighed in relief. She spooned up her cereal, feeling awkward.
Her phone beeped and she picked it up immediately. A text from Unknown was what it said on the screen.
Give me what you owe me, or you're dead.
Lily read the text and cringed, suddenly losing her appetite. She grabbed her cardigan, which hung loose on the back of the chair, and ran out the room. She walked down the stairs and looked around, realising she hadn't seen the rest of the building. They live in a pub? Wow. That's different.
Later on that day, Lily went to the park, trying to free her mind of the stress that seemed to keep piling on. She saw a familiar face standing in front of her and hastily stood up. "Angel?" she said in confusion. "What the heck are you doing here?"
The girl with dark hair and blue eyes smiled. "You know why I'm here... Lillian," she teased. Her voice dropped to a whisper and she suddenly sounded deadly serious. "Snipe's gonna murder you, you know that? You really thought you could outrun him and his goons?"
Lily hesitated. Snipe (no one knows his real name) was (and still is) the leader of the gang that Lily was once involved in. She met Angel in some cold, dusty and strangely frightening abandoned building that Snipe called the gang's 'secret hideout' and they'd been friends ever since.
Lily and Angel were like Snipe's personal slaves. He forced them to steal things for him. None of the gang members dared to stand up to him, considering he was seventeen and some of them were about eight. Lily and Angel finally refused to be treated like dirt and soon enough, the whole gang revolted and split apart. "I really don't know what Snipe's problem is," Lily said, completely indifferent. "If he wants it, he should grow some balls and get it himself!" Angel giggled to herself.
"Well," Angel said, disguising her smirk. "All jokes aside, he's still gunning for you. How's it going with your uncle then?"
"Not good, I don't think he's even told his wife who I am yet. I don't blame him though; I bet it's a bit of a surprise seeing me here since he hasn't seen me since my parents died. I really wish it was him who found me and not Snipe. The only thing good about that stupid gang was meeting you."
That night, Lily couldn't sleep at all. What if Snipe does find me? Angel's right, he'll kick my ass! She stares at Alfie, who stands next to her bed, leaning over to kiss her good night. "You haven't even told anyone about me, have you Uncle Alfie?" she asked.
"No. But not because I don't want to, it's just going to be really hard to explain, especially when it comes to Kat. She wants to wring my neck right now. Good night, Lillian. And no phoning friends in the middle of the night!" Lily grinned and watched her uncle leave, feeling much calmer.