I've been re-reading this lately and quite frankly some of it makes no
sense! I must have not been paying attention to it while writing. I
wanted to come back and try and tidy it up a little and elaborate some
bits. It will help me continue the story.
I don't know if this will knock all of my reviews off when I upload it, but if it does then please review again, telling me how you like the new chapters.
And I'm so, so sorry I haven't updated. Some things went seriously wrong and my, now ex, fiancé decided to play the idiot and try and drag the division of our assets through the courts.
Anna locked the door behind her and left the block of flats. She didn't see much point in it anymore. Her home had been burgled twice in the last week, anything she had worth taking had gone. As usual the police hadn't really bothered, just asked her what times she had been out and promised to look into it. She shook her head and congratulated herself that at least they hadn't been able to get at her money.
She'd learnt that the hard way too. For the first two years after her mother had died, she had either kept it on her or hidden it in the flat, but the locals soon learnt that she carried cash and guessed all of her locations. She'd gotten wise though and found a way to beat them, she'd opened a bank account.
Her best friend, Michelle, had laughed when she had told her. No cash card (could be stolen), just a checking in book and the cashiers at the bank knew her now. She was in three times a week depositing various sums. She liked that, no one could claim to be her. She had beaten them.
She wandered down to the High Street and waved at Michelle, as she entered the corner shop. After buying herself a bottle of Coke and ten cigarettes, she went over to talk to her.
Michelle was wearing exactly what she had been wearing the day she met Anna. A PVC black mini skirt, a white v-neck T-shirt and black knee high boots. Her face was caked in make up, but Anna could see the latest black eye she had. A present from her "boyfriend" JT.
Anna looked her friend in the eye and said, "He'll kill you one day, Chelle. What was that one for?"
Michelle looked at Anna and then the ground, "I walked into a door, you know me! I'm so stupid."
"Lucky the "door" didn't break your nose again, aren't you? Ciggie?" Anna offered Michelle a Royal. Michelle shook her head and watched Anna light up.
"JT says that the punters don't like me to smell like an ash tray."
"So chew gum. And doesn't he smoke about thirty a day?" Anna said. Michelle looked around guiltily. She was always careful about what she said regarding her pimp. He had taken great pains to let her know what he thought about her bad mouthing him.
Anna was about to say something else, but something on Michelle's arm caught her eye. She grabbed the younger girl's wrist and pulled it straight.
Michelle looked at the ground, embarrassed. "Tracks? I thought you'd stopped that shit!" Anna said angrily. Michelle had been addicted to Heroin since she was fourteen and, more than once, Anna had tried to help her get off it.
Before Michelle could answer a Mercedes Benz pulled up in front of them and a large ugly man with a bad comb-over leered at them.
"How much?" He asked, eyes glancing from Michelle to Anna.
"£30 for an hour." Replied Michelle.
"How much for both of you lovely ladies? I've got quiet a bit of cash." He asked, looking at Michelle's legs, breasts and then Anna's.
Anna closed her coat and flicked her cigarette end at his window.
"Sorry, I'm not on the game. Why don't you try down Spencer Street? Hey, maybe you can find your wife." She turned to Michelle, "I'm gone. Meet me here in an hour, I'll have lunch for us. Be careful."
Comb-over grinned, "Oh she'll be longer than an hour."
Anna fixed him with her gray eyes and stared him down, "I doubt that somehow, unless it takes that long to find it."
The guy turned red and started to huff like an out of breath walrus, "I'll have you know it takes two hands to handle this baby." He said pointing to his crotch.
Anna smirked, "Yeah, one to hold the magnifying glass and one to hold the tweezers."
She watched Michelle climb into the car and it drove off. She shook her head and started to think about work.
She walked to the high street and watched the people as she had another cigarette. Pretty soon she had picked her first victim of the evening. A girl a couple of years older than herself, with an expensive coat and sensible suit.
Anna followed her at a safe distance, thanking god that the thieves hadn't taken her new jacket. With it she looked far less like a mugger and more like a girl going the same way.
The girl started to head for the multistory car park. Anna's eyes flashed, "Bonus!" She thought, a car too!
The girl had just put the keys in the door when she was hit at the back of the head. She slipped, unconscious, to the ground. Anna moved her so she could be seen, when the aging guard came on his rounds, grabbed the girls purse and threw it into the car. She rifled through her victim's coat and came up with a mobile phone and some change. Then she climbed into the car and drove off.
Her first stop was at Papa Joe's, a big Greek guy, who ran a chop shop in Soho. He gave her £1000, which she took in a cheque. Anna liked Joe. He and his wife, Maria, had been good to her after her mum's death. And she'd worked for him for a while, stealing cars.
She sold the mobile, and took the money and cards from the girls purse. There was also a pair of Versace sunglasses, which Anna put on. The first thing she did was go to the bank, and drop off the cheque. The girl at the desk didn't say anything, if she knew where Anna got her money from, she didn't see it prudent to say anything about it.
She glanced at the cash book, as she got it back with the new total. £30,000! Anna was a bit surprised, but she had scrimped and done almost anything for it. She'd be out of there sooner than she thought.
"Almost anything!" She thought as she left. Sometimes, her obsession with money almost drove her to go on the game, but she stopped everytime. She wouldn't be her mother.
"Just a little more." She thought, as she walked into MacDonalds and ordered her and Michelle's usuals. "Then, we can get out of her for good."
Walking back to Michelle's usual corner, she remembered the night they had met. Michelle was just eleven and Anna was twelve, nearly thirteen. Michelle had been working for JT for about three months and was just learning that pimps weren't always nice. She was running away from him, while he was drugged up and abusive, and she had bumped into Anna.
Anna had known about the harshness of London all of her life, but she was discovering a new side to it after her mother's death. She almost ignored the battered young girl, crying on a swing in a local park, but something made her go and ask if she was OK.
Michelle stayed with her that night and they had talked. A lot. Anna had told the younger girl about her mother and how she died when she had just turned twelve. Michelle had told her about her father abusing her and her sister and how she had run away.
Anna was lonely and still grieving her mum. Looking after the younger girl became her focus, and they became best friends. They had decided to aim for a dream, to get enough money to leave and start their own business somewhere up North and stick together forever. Now they were nearly there.
She rounded the corner and came back to reality when she saw JT shouting at one of his girls. He hit her and she fell to the ground, sobbing. Anna sat on the wall and ignored them both. JT suddenly saw her and walked over.
Anna surveyed him through her new sunglasses. He stopped in front of her and tried to look intimidating.
"Piss off, JT. I'm waiting for Chelle. Don't worry. I'm feeding her so you don't have to."
JT glared at Anna, and then said in a surprisingly quiet voice, "You haven't heard then?"
"Heard what? Got some new tart working here and Chelle's been moved?"
"No, Anna. Chelle's dead. Mel's just told me the police are looking for me." He gestured to the bleached blonde, still sobbing on the floor.
Anna stood up and looked at him. "If this is a sick joke, you can fuck off."
JT backed off a little when he saw how mad she was becoming, but he remained earnest, "I wish it was. They found her strangled and cut up half an hour ago. They can't place the time of death."
"But, I saw her an hour ago. She went of with some bloke in a Merc. Bloody pervert too. She was going to meet me here." Anna stated, confused. Michelle dead?
"You have to tell the cops, An. They can clear me." His eyes lit up with the hope that she could prove his innocence.
"Yeah, I could. Or I could let you take the fall, say Michelle had a black eye when I saw her this morning, and you'd be off the streets for twenty to life. Think of all the girls I'd be saving." She snapped back, her eyes filled with hatred.
Anna turned and walked off. He tried to call her back, but she ignored him. Her mind was whirling so fast she couldn't think properly. She headed down to the police station and walked up to the front desk.
"I want to make a statement about the Michelle Haiden murder. I saw her an hour ago." She said, in a calm clear voice. They ushered her into an interview room.
An hour later, Anna walked out on the street. She lit a cigarette and smiled, as she blew the smoke upwards. She had him! Her evidence, they said, would help place him jail for a long, long time.
She stopped thinking about it and headed into a flower shop. When she came out, she turned and walked back towards her neighbourhood. All she had to do now was find the bloke with the comb-over and kill him.
I don't know if this will knock all of my reviews off when I upload it, but if it does then please review again, telling me how you like the new chapters.
And I'm so, so sorry I haven't updated. Some things went seriously wrong and my, now ex, fiancé decided to play the idiot and try and drag the division of our assets through the courts.
Anna locked the door behind her and left the block of flats. She didn't see much point in it anymore. Her home had been burgled twice in the last week, anything she had worth taking had gone. As usual the police hadn't really bothered, just asked her what times she had been out and promised to look into it. She shook her head and congratulated herself that at least they hadn't been able to get at her money.
She'd learnt that the hard way too. For the first two years after her mother had died, she had either kept it on her or hidden it in the flat, but the locals soon learnt that she carried cash and guessed all of her locations. She'd gotten wise though and found a way to beat them, she'd opened a bank account.
Her best friend, Michelle, had laughed when she had told her. No cash card (could be stolen), just a checking in book and the cashiers at the bank knew her now. She was in three times a week depositing various sums. She liked that, no one could claim to be her. She had beaten them.
She wandered down to the High Street and waved at Michelle, as she entered the corner shop. After buying herself a bottle of Coke and ten cigarettes, she went over to talk to her.
Michelle was wearing exactly what she had been wearing the day she met Anna. A PVC black mini skirt, a white v-neck T-shirt and black knee high boots. Her face was caked in make up, but Anna could see the latest black eye she had. A present from her "boyfriend" JT.
Anna looked her friend in the eye and said, "He'll kill you one day, Chelle. What was that one for?"
Michelle looked at Anna and then the ground, "I walked into a door, you know me! I'm so stupid."
"Lucky the "door" didn't break your nose again, aren't you? Ciggie?" Anna offered Michelle a Royal. Michelle shook her head and watched Anna light up.
"JT says that the punters don't like me to smell like an ash tray."
"So chew gum. And doesn't he smoke about thirty a day?" Anna said. Michelle looked around guiltily. She was always careful about what she said regarding her pimp. He had taken great pains to let her know what he thought about her bad mouthing him.
Anna was about to say something else, but something on Michelle's arm caught her eye. She grabbed the younger girl's wrist and pulled it straight.
Michelle looked at the ground, embarrassed. "Tracks? I thought you'd stopped that shit!" Anna said angrily. Michelle had been addicted to Heroin since she was fourteen and, more than once, Anna had tried to help her get off it.
Before Michelle could answer a Mercedes Benz pulled up in front of them and a large ugly man with a bad comb-over leered at them.
"How much?" He asked, eyes glancing from Michelle to Anna.
"£30 for an hour." Replied Michelle.
"How much for both of you lovely ladies? I've got quiet a bit of cash." He asked, looking at Michelle's legs, breasts and then Anna's.
Anna closed her coat and flicked her cigarette end at his window.
"Sorry, I'm not on the game. Why don't you try down Spencer Street? Hey, maybe you can find your wife." She turned to Michelle, "I'm gone. Meet me here in an hour, I'll have lunch for us. Be careful."
Comb-over grinned, "Oh she'll be longer than an hour."
Anna fixed him with her gray eyes and stared him down, "I doubt that somehow, unless it takes that long to find it."
The guy turned red and started to huff like an out of breath walrus, "I'll have you know it takes two hands to handle this baby." He said pointing to his crotch.
Anna smirked, "Yeah, one to hold the magnifying glass and one to hold the tweezers."
She watched Michelle climb into the car and it drove off. She shook her head and started to think about work.
She walked to the high street and watched the people as she had another cigarette. Pretty soon she had picked her first victim of the evening. A girl a couple of years older than herself, with an expensive coat and sensible suit.
Anna followed her at a safe distance, thanking god that the thieves hadn't taken her new jacket. With it she looked far less like a mugger and more like a girl going the same way.
The girl started to head for the multistory car park. Anna's eyes flashed, "Bonus!" She thought, a car too!
The girl had just put the keys in the door when she was hit at the back of the head. She slipped, unconscious, to the ground. Anna moved her so she could be seen, when the aging guard came on his rounds, grabbed the girls purse and threw it into the car. She rifled through her victim's coat and came up with a mobile phone and some change. Then she climbed into the car and drove off.
Her first stop was at Papa Joe's, a big Greek guy, who ran a chop shop in Soho. He gave her £1000, which she took in a cheque. Anna liked Joe. He and his wife, Maria, had been good to her after her mum's death. And she'd worked for him for a while, stealing cars.
She sold the mobile, and took the money and cards from the girls purse. There was also a pair of Versace sunglasses, which Anna put on. The first thing she did was go to the bank, and drop off the cheque. The girl at the desk didn't say anything, if she knew where Anna got her money from, she didn't see it prudent to say anything about it.
She glanced at the cash book, as she got it back with the new total. £30,000! Anna was a bit surprised, but she had scrimped and done almost anything for it. She'd be out of there sooner than she thought.
"Almost anything!" She thought as she left. Sometimes, her obsession with money almost drove her to go on the game, but she stopped everytime. She wouldn't be her mother.
"Just a little more." She thought, as she walked into MacDonalds and ordered her and Michelle's usuals. "Then, we can get out of her for good."
Walking back to Michelle's usual corner, she remembered the night they had met. Michelle was just eleven and Anna was twelve, nearly thirteen. Michelle had been working for JT for about three months and was just learning that pimps weren't always nice. She was running away from him, while he was drugged up and abusive, and she had bumped into Anna.
Anna had known about the harshness of London all of her life, but she was discovering a new side to it after her mother's death. She almost ignored the battered young girl, crying on a swing in a local park, but something made her go and ask if she was OK.
Michelle stayed with her that night and they had talked. A lot. Anna had told the younger girl about her mother and how she died when she had just turned twelve. Michelle had told her about her father abusing her and her sister and how she had run away.
Anna was lonely and still grieving her mum. Looking after the younger girl became her focus, and they became best friends. They had decided to aim for a dream, to get enough money to leave and start their own business somewhere up North and stick together forever. Now they were nearly there.
She rounded the corner and came back to reality when she saw JT shouting at one of his girls. He hit her and she fell to the ground, sobbing. Anna sat on the wall and ignored them both. JT suddenly saw her and walked over.
Anna surveyed him through her new sunglasses. He stopped in front of her and tried to look intimidating.
"Piss off, JT. I'm waiting for Chelle. Don't worry. I'm feeding her so you don't have to."
JT glared at Anna, and then said in a surprisingly quiet voice, "You haven't heard then?"
"Heard what? Got some new tart working here and Chelle's been moved?"
"No, Anna. Chelle's dead. Mel's just told me the police are looking for me." He gestured to the bleached blonde, still sobbing on the floor.
Anna stood up and looked at him. "If this is a sick joke, you can fuck off."
JT backed off a little when he saw how mad she was becoming, but he remained earnest, "I wish it was. They found her strangled and cut up half an hour ago. They can't place the time of death."
"But, I saw her an hour ago. She went of with some bloke in a Merc. Bloody pervert too. She was going to meet me here." Anna stated, confused. Michelle dead?
"You have to tell the cops, An. They can clear me." His eyes lit up with the hope that she could prove his innocence.
"Yeah, I could. Or I could let you take the fall, say Michelle had a black eye when I saw her this morning, and you'd be off the streets for twenty to life. Think of all the girls I'd be saving." She snapped back, her eyes filled with hatred.
Anna turned and walked off. He tried to call her back, but she ignored him. Her mind was whirling so fast she couldn't think properly. She headed down to the police station and walked up to the front desk.
"I want to make a statement about the Michelle Haiden murder. I saw her an hour ago." She said, in a calm clear voice. They ushered her into an interview room.
An hour later, Anna walked out on the street. She lit a cigarette and smiled, as she blew the smoke upwards. She had him! Her evidence, they said, would help place him jail for a long, long time.
She stopped thinking about it and headed into a flower shop. When she came out, she turned and walked back towards her neighbourhood. All she had to do now was find the bloke with the comb-over and kill him.