Saturday morning unfolded with a hesitant light, casting a reluctant glow through Dyln's bedroom curtains. The backpack Darren had given Dyln lay concealed under her bed.
Fortunately, upon returning home yesterday, Rob was, as usual, not there. A sigh of relief had escaped her lips, knowing that his absence spared her the risk of him helping himself to whatever was in the bag.
Anxiety coiled within her as she unzipped the backpack, revealing its contents. Her eyes widened at the sight of small, meticulously packets of pills. Quickly, she zipped the bag shut and flung it back under her bed.
The stark reality of her entanglement with Darren's dealings became undeniably clear. The room seemed to tighten around her as she grappled with the weight of responsibility and danger that now lurked beneath her bed.
Flopping backwards onto her mattress, a knot tightened in her stomach as a torrent of questions flooded her mind, each one a nagging doubt clawing at her resolve.
'How on earth am I going to sell them?'
'What if someone recognises me?' The unsettling memory of yesterday's encounter with Mr Qureshi lingered, a stark reminder of the risks she faced.
'What if I get caught by the police?'
'What do these drugs even do?'
The weight of potential consequences bore down on her as she grappled with the moral conflict of selling drugs, especially considering the havoc they had wreaked on her parents. How could she tread this dangerous path while knowing the personal toll it could take?
Amid the turmoil of uncertainty, a resounding question echoed:
'What choice do I have?' The desperation of her situation left her with limited options.
The quicker she could shift the gear, the safer she would be from Darren's looming threats, the faster she could pay off the debt, and the less she would have to work for him.
The underpass.
Yes, that's where she could sell the pills.
If she ventured back into the town centre's underpass, there would undoubtedly be some 'junkies' as always.
The idea was to sell the pills discreetly and swiftly, minimising the risk of carrying the incriminating merchandise for too long. Every moment the drugs remained in her possession felt like a ticking time bomb.
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With half the packets of pills concealed in her hoodie pockets, Dyln descended into the dimly lit underpass. The faint echoes of footsteps and distant chatter filled the air.
Dyln found a secluded spot, leaning against the cold brick wall, her fingers tracing the contours of a packet hidden within her hoodie. Her nerves danced as she surveyed the area, eyes darting between the passing figures.
After what felt like an eternity, a hesitant figure approached. Dyln's heart raced, unsure whether they were potential buyers or merely trying to bother her.
The stranger exchanged a few hushed words, and Dyln discreetly handed over a packet. A swift transaction and the figure disappeared into the shadows.
As the day unfolded, Dyln repeated this clandestine dance with several individuals. The tiny pills exchanged hands, and in return, Dyln accumulated a back pocket full of crumpled notes. It became evident that word had spread among the buyers and their friends, as the underpass now carried whispers of Dyln's presence, a testament to the subtle dance unfolding in the shadowy corners of the town.
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Resilience - Ackley Bridge Fic
Fanfiction"Resilience" follows Dyln Walker as she navigates the unfamiliar corridors of Ackley Bridge School, a place where past troubles and newfound connections converge. Living with her troubled uncle and carrying scars from her turbulent past, she finds...
