Pointless Pain

Chapter 7

"Chris we need to go!" I whispered anxiously "Your bloody dad killed my mum!" He replied tearfully. I kissed his cheek to try and calm him. "I know, it's a debt I can never repay but please we must go!" I tugged at his arm.

Chris glanced once more at the back door to his house as we quickly left. We hurried down the street glancing back every so often. "Where are we going?" Chris asked as a pulled him along by his hand. "Dunno, some alleyway maybe. Wait do you have any other family in town or near here?" I asked turning to him suddenly curious.

"No why?" I cursed, "We could've stayed with them."

"What are we going to do? Be come homeless, beggars?" Chris asked beginning to grow frustrated. "Probably we have no where to go, no money, and if we go back we'll be caught!" Chris sighed and held me in his arms.

"We'll need a tent."
"A what?"
"A tent you heard me!" Chris said grumpily. "I ain't living in no cardboard box!"
"Fine where are we getting this tent from?" Chris shrugged. Then a smile crossed his face. "Please don't say what I think you're gonna say." I plead. "We're gonna steal one!"
"Oh no..."
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"Quickly stuff it up your shirt near your boobs!" Chris instructed as I picked up a small two sleeper. "Have you shop lifted before or something?!" I growled.
"No, no of course not!" I looked at him.
"Well maybe once or twice."
"Ok about ten times." I rolled my eyes. "I don't know if you noticed but shop lifting is illegal." I whispered.

"That's strange because that's what I was going to say!" A deep voice boomed behind me. "Busted!" He said laying a hand on my shoulder. "Run!" Chris shouted. Instantly I broke into a sprint. "Oi get back here!" The security guard yelled. He followed in pursuit. Luckily he was way slower than us.

Running down many alleyways and turning corners gained us our freedom. "Fat oath!" I breathed bending over to catch my breath. Chris laughed. "Good for your first shop lift, apart from the fact I wasn't caught the first time I did it."

'Show off!' I thought. We both laughed "So where we gonna pitch this sucker?" I asked. "How about the bridge?" Chris replied. "Great, I can see it now, 'Two teenage trolls found under bridge! Make sure you take your goats elsewhere!'"I waved my hands in the air. Chris chuckled.

Off we went and headed to the bridge. It was the same one where the gang had originally caught me. "Do you think my bike will still be there?" I asked thoughtfully. "Why do you care?"
"I got it from my aunt two years ago." I replied remembering my sweet old aunt arrive with the purple BMX wrapped with a blue bow on top.

Before I knew it we were at the bridge. I surveyed the bushes and areas they could've hid my bike. I soon saw a tyre sticking out a bush not far away. I gasped and pushed the tent to Chris' chest. I quickly ran over to the bush and dragged out my bike. "Yes!" I cried out happily.

The chain was snapped and the seat turned the wrong way. I could easily repair it. I turned and saw Chris smiling still walking to the way under the bridge.

I joined him under the bridge dragging along the broken bike. We quickly assembled the tent and set out our simple supplies and put our bags inside. Job well done. This was our sturdy little home.