Ivy in the Street

Chapter 3

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My eyes flicked open. My heart jolted. This isn't a hospital bed! And this is definitely not my hospital room! I thought, alarmed. Am I in the care home? Nope, my thoughts replied. I drank in my surroundings: dark stained, dirty ceiling; no carpet; dusty floor boards; boarded up windows; sofa (which I was lying on) which past its best forever ago and an awful smell. And still, nothing clicked, no bells rung and the memory oh yeah, I remember! didn't come. Hmmm...

  "She's awake! Jenny's awake!" A voice cut through my thoughts. Who's  Jenny? A guy with Reebok trainers, Umbro tracksuits and a Nike hoody strolled in, hands stuffed in pockets. He also wore a gold chain around his neck. Chav alert was my immediate prejudice reaction. And then, at the thought of chav, that all important thought came: oh yeah, I remember! Everything came flooding back with an awful stab of realisation. Shit. That was some bad! Three other guys came in, wearing hoodies and either jeans or tracksuits. And not forgetting the all important necklace & trainers.

  "Jenny! Well I fink-"

  "Who are you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "And my name is sooo not Jenny!" I added, my eyes still narrowed at hoody guy no.1.

  "'Oo wants ter know, uh?" he replied.

  "I asked first." I carried on staring.

  "Now Jenny, dat ain't 'ow fings work 'ere. It don't matter 'oo asked first. If yer ain't Jenny, 'oo are ya?"

  "After you!" I snapped, not bothering to disguise my impatience.

  "Y'dunno 'oo ya messin' wiv sunshine," hoody guy number one flashed me a cold look.

  "That's cuz you haven't told me!"

  Suddenly, I felt strong hands round my throat, hard. I struggled to breathe as he whispered silkily into my ear, "Now, then, you gonna tell me 'oo the fuck you are?" He punched me in the stomach, which had me doubled over and wincing at the pain. He took his hand off my throat and I gladly gasped for air. "Go on then."

  "Ivy Jistern," I panted, deciding to take no risks in lying about my name.

  "So why the fuck d'you have a tag that says Jenny Bradner?"

  "Stole it off a nurse."

  "'Ow she let yer do vat huh?" Another hooded guy, called out.

  "When you have her hands round her throat and a threat you have a knife, hmmm..." I answered, thinking of some "tough" lie.

  "And yer wanted her uni coz?"

  "Running away from police," I said. At least that bit was true.

  "Because?" Hoody guy numero deux, the one with his hood up, was getting impatient.

  "I think I've answered quite enough. Who are you?"

  "Fair do's. Tony. No surname. Chucked it ever since I became gang leader. Vats right poshy, gang leader." Tony - hoody guy number 1 - said and nodded to hoody guy numero deux.

  "Jimmy. Deputy gang leader," chav numero deux introduced.

  "Graham. Top robber." This is the first Graham had spoken. "Oh yeah, also called 'Smooth Weiner'." I shot 'Smooth Weiner' a quizzical look. "The lock called Weiner wumman!" he snapped.