Paper Guns-L.T (Book 1)

1-Flashback

Angela's POV

Tightrope by Tiffany Alvord was blasting from my earbuds as I ran through the street, as the song ended I slowed down to a full stop and began stretching. Today had been a good day, I had gotten a perfect grade on my Chemestry exam and the teacher I hated didn't show up for class, giving us two free hours. I started walking towards my house well kowing that there was going to be a surprise party waiting for me since it was my sixteenth birthday. I also knew that I looked like a mess with flushed cheeks, messy and curly balck hair in a ponytail and sweat covering every inch of my skin. I pulled the earbuds off and stuffed them into my jacket's pocket in the process feeling the tip of the pocket knife my dad forcced me to carry around.

The sun was sinking in the horizon of London and I felt joy flowing through my body, I loved this city so much. Suddenly a black car pulled besides me, it was so fast that the bodyguards that were assigened to me didn't have time to react. Rough hands pulled me inside the black car and forced a wet clothe over my mouth and I knew what it was. I tried not breathing and faking going limp but one of the men punched me in the gut taking all the air from my lungs and forcing me to take deep breaths of cloroform. I fell asleep in no time.

When I woke up my hands were chained to two beams on the celling, the whole room was very small there was only one door and one chair right infront of me. My knees were bent, my head felt heavy and my eyesight wasn't very clear. I pulled my head up to see a man sitting infront of me and looking at me with, what I thought was, curiousity. "I must say I'm dissapionted, how can the daughter of the innfamous Geoff Payne be so easy to kidnapp? I am sorry that it had to come to this, but if your father had listened to us you wouldn't be in such and ugly situation." His voice was like silk, making me sleepy all over again.

Then it clicked, the Bradford accent and the obvious hate when he said my father's name, he was Dominic Connan, the lider of the gang that was the rival from my dad's.

It was an old hate beetween them and there was no way of changing it, but now it got me stuck in the middle and god knows what was going to happpen to me in the hands of that bastard. I looked at him and spat on his Iltalian shoes making my point clear. My hair fell above my shoulders free from it's pony tail, his handsome but scarred face twisted into a scowl, his hand gripped the back of my head pulling my face up leaving us face to face. His hands brushed the stray hairs away from my eyes and then took my jaw in a merciless grip. "Aren't you pretty? No wonder they kept you hidden, pity they didn't do it properly. Boy am I going to enjoy my time with you little Angel." He then proceded to kiss me painfully...

I stopped my train of thought before going back to what happened next and started focusing on my book again. That had been three years ago exactly and now I wasn't the same girl. I sat underneath the big oak tree in the kinder garden I worked in the mornings which was owned by Rhonda. Rhonda was an old family friend that took it upon herself to take care of me after my life went to hell. She was kind and patient with me, even when I woke up screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night. I heard the giggles of the last boy being given back to his parents who welcomed him with their arms open and my heart broke a little, I used to have that but not anymore. I pulled myself from my spot under the oak tree, I pulled my scarf tighter against my neck and chest, it wasn't so cold for it to snow but you could get a cold very easily. I dusted my ripped skinny jeans, straightened my red plaid shirt and readjusted my grey beanie.

My black converse squeeked as I walked towards the back of the school to where I was sure nobody would interrupt me and pulled a box of cigarrettes, I took one and and light it up. I placed my back against the wall and looked at the grey brick wall infront of me counting every brick of every row. I felt my body slightly relax with every drag I took, I knew girls looked ugly when smoking but, it was this or drugs and the latter one wasn't as good as it may sound, talking from expirience. When I finished my smoke I pulled myself from the wall and as I opened the back door to get to my classroom I heard a voice I would never want to hear again. "Where is Angela Payne?" That was Ian, Dominic's right hand.