Chapter 1: alleyways

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You guys seemed eager to see this story of all 3 so here it is. I have no school today so you might get 2 or 3 more chapters.
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George POV.

Another hard day at school. That is one of the most common sentences to come out of my mouth these days, sure I aced all my tests and did quite well in PE, but the people at my school were the worst.

School started today at 9:00, the two faced ass who was the teachers pet held me up, because she was jealous of me! Guess which one of us got detention?

Then in period 2, people kept asking to borrow my pencils and pens. Fast foward 5 minutes and they were using them as javelins in their mini Olympics, they were all confiscated and I had nothing to write with.

Now guess who's food was stolen at lunch. And was hungry for period 5 and 6 today? Then finally guess who was targeted for dodgeball in period 6 by the popular guys.

If you guessed me you'd be right.

I sighed as I walked down the streets home. After serving my 3 hour after school detention (because by fucking god the teachers hate me after today) I needed to finish my homework in the library and lost track of time. The school grounds did stay open till 10, usually so students could study for tests but I just ened up finishing my homework and leaving.

It was 8'o'clock now, and the cold Winter night left the streets deserted, the only people visable were couples in restaurant's on romantic dates. This reminded me how lonely I was.

Suprisingly enough what everyone says is true, money can't buy happiness, I know that from experience.

I was getting close to the street where I lived which wasn't too far from the maib road, but then I felt someone snatch my clothes and push me into a brick wall down a nearby alleyway. It was a masked pair, a man and a woman both wearing full black. "Give us your money!" The man growled as he held a knife dangerously close to my pale white skin.
I just stood there shaking, and the woman hissed "hurry up you little shit, we haven't got all day!"

Still I didn't respond, and so in order to make me more willing to give them my money, the woman threw a firm punch which landed just beside my eye. Thats gonna be a big bruise tomorrow. I whimpered in pain and then the man gave an expectant "well?" Waiting for whatever I was about to do.

My hand slid to my pocket, and I quickly tossed my leather wallet onto the floor. There had to be at least $60 in there, probably more than enough to satisfy them. The man's grip on my shoulders grew more firm as the woman grabbed the wallet with her gloved hand.

She opened it slowly and counted the money, once she had finished she pulled the cash out of my wallet and tossed it back to the ground. "Alright then, we're off." The woman said as they started down the alley.

The man turned back to me, I expected him too leave but before hid did so he threw a kneed my stomach with his left leg. As I doubled over in pain he grabbed my wrist and twisted it into an unnatural position. "Thanks for the cooperation slut!" He laughed maniacally as he follwed his female partner down the alley.

Once they were gone I bent down and scooped up my wallet, pocketing it before running home with tears streaking down my face. I wiped my eyes with my non-injured hand before examining my sore wrist, it's almost definitely sprained.

5 minutes of running got me to my front door, the front door of 83 baker street, which was part of a neighborhood where the rich people lived. It was one of the bigger houses with pools, indoor cinemas, gaming rooms and a bunch of other real cool places. Beign totally honest I didn't even know all the rooms after 17 years of life here.

I burst through the door into a large hallway and didn't bother emptying my bag like I usually did, just dumping it on the floor for the maids to deal with. My mother could be heard calling me from the kitchen however I ignores her, and ran upstairs to my room.

It was a large room with a double bed, large bookshelves, a fridge full of junk food for when I couldn't be bothered heading to the kitchen and a large TV with an Xbox, Playstation and Wii to boot. The ensuite bathroom was also quite large, as well as the walk in wardrobe. When I got to my room I dove onto the bed and curled myself into the blankets crying.

Why was my life shit? Why was school so shit? And why did I have to get mugged?

While wondering these my mother knocked gently on the door, I didn't reply so she slowly pushed it open and walked into the room. The first time I noticed her was when she ran her hand down her back trying to comfort me, but that only made me flinch, and whinper from the pain of the bruises. "Georgie what happened?" Her soft voice asked.

I sat up and faced her, me good arm supporting me while my other was being held against my chest. She immediately noticed my bruised eye and how I was holding my wrist, clearly in pain. "Tell me please Georgie" she asked again.

So I told her, about the bullies and the pair who mugged me and how  my life was so shit and lonely. My mother listened quietly the whole time and by the time I had finished explaining my father was also standing by my door listening. After hearing my explanation my father began speaking, "Ashley, honey, can I talk to you for a moment please." My mother nodded at this, "George head down to our doctor and have hin check out your wounds."

Both me and my mother stood up at once, I headed to the doctors office downstairs while my mother followed my father too his office.

3rd person POV (following the parents).

Both Ashley and Richard Davidson walked into the large oak office which overlooked the outside pool, the pair sat in some couches in the corner of the room which was used for Richard's social visits. "Poor Georgie." Ashley kept repeating, constantly seeing her son with all his bruises in her mind.
"I know dear and I have a plan." Her husband stated rubbind his wives back gently. She looked up at her taller partner, her eyes watering slightly, "what if we get our son a bodyguard?"
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