Breaking Britain (Completed)

Chapter 8

8
Saturday 5th January 2030
14:00


Clara Thomas John wasn't at home when her son Junior returned. There was a wash of relief when Junior closed the door behind him. Since departing the shop and coming across the homeless man, his nerves had been wound up tight. He felt them release as he entered the safety of his home.

Clara worked at the local hospital as a nurse and the past few days had resulted in her having to work long hours, due to the increased number of incidents. It had started with an incident, where a North Korean man was rushed to hospital having been set upon by four young men, after they had exited a pub. The following week there were three such incidents. All three incidents were in Portsmouth, there were many more occurring through the rest of England. Eventually, someone was going to die and indeed it happened in Blackpool. The perpetrator was apprehended and pleaded self-defense. The New England Group emerged from the woodwork, hired him a solicitor, that convinced the judge it was both self-defense and accidental. The young nineteen year old man, who had no previous conviction, was given one years community service, due to the recent over population of the countries prisons.

After that incident, it went quiet for a week. Everyone, thought it was finished. That was until the leader of the New England Group, went on Edward Timmer's late night chat show and blamed the "loss of jobs, the unemployment, the British debt, the continued reduction in benefits and the rise in crime on the constant infection of the Christian English, who have been forced to endure decades of pollution of the English culture and economy due to stain of uncultured migrants".

After that speech, where ITV broke their viewing records for a chat show, crime increased. Crime specifically aimed at ethnic minorities.

Junior pulled out his mobile phone. He dialed Moisha's number. He had only recently started seeing her and had already decided he had no intension of it being a long time relationship. He would probably see her for a few more weeks and move on, she was far too flirtatious for his liking.

Moisha didn't answer the phone. He decided not to leave a message. He punched in another number.
'Justin', he said into the phone, the phone dialed a new number, he walked into the bathroom. He put the phone on loudspeaker, awaiting an answer and placed the phone on the sink. He leant over the bath, pushed the plug in and twisted both the hot and cold water taps.

'Junior', he heard Justin shout from the other end of the line.

'Hey cous, how are things'

'Good. Where you at?'

'Home'

'Seen. When you get back from your dads?'

'Just now. What you up to?'

Junior checked the temperature of the water and adjusted the taps.

'Nothing much, just hanging with Billy and Clarise, watching all this shit that's on the news. You taking a shower?'

'No, just running a bath'

Clarise. When Justin had first introduced Junior to Clarise, he was infatuated. She was everything he liked in a girl and more. The only issue was Clarise was two years older than Junior and Justin was introducing her as his girlfriend. That was six months ago and they were still together.

'When you done take a bath, why don't you come on over?'

'Why don't you come by mine?'

'Where's aunty Clara?'

'She's at work'

'Seen. Tell you what, we'll pick up some beers and be around in thirty. Okay'

'Yeah, great man. See you soon'

Justin hung up. Junior stripped out of his clothes and tentatively dipped his foot in the steaming water.