The Birth Created By A Murder

Before the storm was born

Dana Webb.... a young beautiful woman, scarred by abusive parents, drugs and prostitution. All the goodness that ever glimmered in her heart, gone, ashes in the wind, a black shard of burnt coal in its place.

She was 19, stumbling in the am in the beginning of May. The sun was breaching through the nights curtain of clouds. She was highly intoxicated on amphetamines, the world around her unreal, echoing, clawing at her harsh reality. As she hobbled down the roads reaching the market square she sat down for a needed cigarette. She lit it, inhaled it with relief to soothe her come down. Through her greasy hair, her sweaty palms prickles as she caught site of the men setting up marquees for the weekend Market.

She quickly ushered herself, unseen away from them, embarrassed of her grotty state. Reaching her home she went inside to wash up and rest. Sneaking around as not to be heard by her awful parents. She washed away the dirt of her sexual clients, blew her nose of the remains of the numerous drugs she had snorted, brushed the nicotine and cannabis and crack off her dull teeth. she barley gave a glance to the baby girl sleeping on a bundle of dirty rags, wearing dirty clothes....her curly blonde hair matted by dirt.

As she was 19, her beauty was amazingly still untouched by her years of smoking, drinking, drug abuse and prostitution. Her sunken blue eyes stared back at her reflection in the dirty mirror. Her figure slim, edging and sharp. She had dirty blonde hair that reached just below her shoulders.

After she had rested, she slipped out the house, to sneak a peek at the men she spotted before. She had seen them a couple of times before but this time she spotted a new young boy who caught her fancy. She felt a couple of coins rattling around in her jacket pocket so she could maybe be at the market to pose as buying instead of observing.

She reached the market and laid eyes upon him. Confidently she reached his stall. He's tall, over 6ft. Extremely muscular, shaved head and piercing greens eyes. He had a chiseled face, he looked older then he seemed. Barley glancing at what his stall had to offer she ambled over, feeling confident about her new prey.

He locked eyes with her. His kind sparkling full of life green eyes, to her curious ice cold blues. Not knowing if he was to even utter the word "hello" he had just signed his death contract.

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As they lay in a naked sweaty heap in his trailer, they caught their breaths.
He played with her hair in his fingers. As she started to dress herself and to leave, he questioned her. Who was she, her name, did she live here, her family... what a normal teenager boy who had just been entranced, heart captured, might of asked after just having sex.

Dana laid no time, knowing he was trapped in her curious aurora she deliberately shown. She began to tell him awful stories of her parents and what they did to her. Her baby daughter who she loved so much, fatherless by an ignorant fling who wanted nothing to do with them both. Her brothers, drug addicts and dealers. But carefully leaving out her drug habits and her line of work to fund these habits. Painting a picture so woefully beautiful, how could a young teenage boy not feel compelled to have his first awesome love protected by his naive self.

Dana learned over the next few days, he was part of an Irish gypsy family who came to sell their goods in UK markets as to maybe have a nice life here as gypsy's were hugely frowned upon and taboo. He was one of the best cage fighters of his small age showing huge potential and gift. He was kind, respectful and hard working as his families raised him to be as such. But he was young and as previously mentioned, naive.

His heart was hooked on this beautiful, small and vulnerable girl, all he wanted to do was give her happiness he had experienced through his family and help her. She was his first love. Dana used his vulnerability and manipulated him. She'd pretend that she was a victim of a group of delinquents she hung out with, would threaten her life if she did not Rob houses with them. To the point he thought, if the situation couldn't be changed, he could at least go with her to protect her. She was, after all, just a small beautiful girl and she was his....