Neveah's Thug Life

I was running.
; Through the dilapidated streets and corners of Brixton hill. Unfortunately at this moment, the time did not occur to me, but I did know that it was 11:54pm when I left that chaotic place I used to call home.

You may be wondering why I was running.
I needed to get as far as possible away from this life I had, not taking anything that would remind me of it. This life that I was suddenly running from, involved my mum (Sharene) and her drunken partner (Trevor).

My Poor mother Sharene, struggled eight hard years after my dad had died in a plane crash in 2008; she was lonely, afraid and vulnerable, especially after the love of her life Michael's sudden death. That's when he came. That's when that vile, unpredictable, violent man came into our lives and changed everything.

I knew from the first time I laid my hazel eyes on him, that he would bring bad blessing and corruption onto this fragile family. He bolted my mum down, with his charms; he told her that she was special, that she didn't deserve to live a lonely life with an only child, and that she had him and only him.

Mum was so gullible and hooked onto Trevor, and at one point it seemed as if she was starting to forget about me, but then he started to: shout and argue, then slowly he started to hit then punch, then after a while he was abusive and used her as a punching bag when he felt like it. But enough of this now, I had no time to think about this for any longer.
I had to keep on running.

Thug Life 2
My names Neveah Dixon
I am 15 years old and go to Dun raven High in Streatham. Unfortunately, I am an only child, but I really want an older brother to be honest; someone to stand by me and protect me, but I heard that I had a sister in Jamaica.
I can be difficult at times, but it's because of the way I've been brought up, the things I've experienced and witnessed throughout my life, but usually, when I'm with my best friend Brianna palmer, I seemed chilled out, because I know I can trust her with anything, as at the moment, she seems to be the only family I've got right now, as I can't even trust my own blood.
Thug Life 3
Panting hard, after slowing down from running at least 2 miles from that place I'd never go back to again, I looked left and right, before attempting to cross the road from KFC to get to the opposite road where McDonalds was.
Brixton was always busy, but surprisingly seemed even busier today, although it was probably past midnight. I could tell that it was going to rain later, as the clouds were beginning to slowly darken. The street lights were brighter than usual, which allowed me to study the area in detail. Buildings were starting to dull out and some looked as if they needed repainting. Car horns beeped as people were attempting to cross the road without warning. Hoboes were begging for loose change on the side of the roads (although I was sure one of them lived in my neighbourhood).
Two minutes later, I find myself in the new built McDonalds after leaving the busy agricultural streets of the town. Heavy headed, I carried myself upstairs, with my head held down and entered the lady's bathroom to let out what my bladder held in.
After washing and drying my hands, I took the time to study myself in the new inputted mirror. My dark brown skin seemed fragile and warm against the moisturised palms of my hands. My long curly hair was still soft and shiny from my recent treatment at the hairdressers the previous day. My eyes were tired and needed rest, and started to blacken underneath from the mascara which dried up after hours of crying, (thank God I didn't wear anything but mascara on my face).
I was also glad that my Nike track suit still looked fresh after buying it from JD the other day, and my new blue and black(size 5 ½) 110'S too; best believe I didn't want to be strolling around Brixton looking trampy, especially after being quite well known around here.
Thug Life 4
Exhausted, I trudged down the stairs, with every foot for every step, while struggling to stay awake. *ding*I jumped as my phone vibrated in my Nike bomber jacket pocket. I reached for my iPhone, remembering that it was in the inner coat pocket, and out of nowhere it suddenly started to ring*Rihanna ft. Drake-work*I swiped my phone to answer a private call. "Hello?" I answered cautiously. "Nev, is that you, what you telling me?" I sighed with relief at the sound of Brianna's voice through the phone-"wargwarn Bri, I'm just here at Mcd'z, come buck me real quick ,and I'll explain"-"what you doing in Mcd'z at this time- you know what never mind, I'll see you in a bit.", that was the end of the conversation.
Thug Life 5
Approximately fifteen minuets' later, Bri appeared through the first entrance, looking quite feverish- I expected her to arrive quite quickly as she only lived up in Streatham hill, around hill Side Park. Brianna studied me for a few seconds, and then finally we decided to give each other a warm bear hug, holding each other tight, as if we haven't seen each other for a decade. "Nev, what's going on, what haven't you told me?" Bri asked with concerned. I paused for a second before I could answer "it's him again, I had to go, I couldn't cope any longer, watching him (I sniffed)...him, hurt her!" Uncontrollable tears started to continuously fall from my face without any warning. My best friend put her right arm around me and wiped my tears with her left hand, and then comfortingly whispered "Nev it's alright b, come let's get out of her and go to my yard, I'm here now and you know were family, and family always look after each other", I wish that was always the case, I thought.
As we crossed the road to take the N133 bus, my Best friend taped the home button of her IPhone 6S and darted a sharp look at me as she realised what time it was. "You should be glad you have such a wonderful friend and ..."-"you're not my friend Bri, you're my sister" I interrupted. "Yh Nev, who else would have come out at quarter to one in the morning for you?" she shook her head vigorously. I smiled at the way her big messy bun loped over as she shook it. I stood there and whiteness what a smart beautiful girl she was, some may have thought she was really my sister. She too was also a dark skin sort of colour, had clear smooth skin, and also had a gold nose ring pierced through the left of her nose. She had her blue high wasted jeans on which exposed her figure a bit, with her Nike polo shirt under her black north face bomber jacket and also had on her blue and white Adidas fluxes. We were both quite short, but I was a bit taller than her, as she was 5'3 and I was 5'5.
Thug Life 6
We arrived at My Best Friends house at around 1:30 in the morning. You wouldn't believe the cursing in Patwa we had to put up with from her mum Katrina in the early hours, (out of respect I called her auntie, or at times I called her mum). Katrina offered me and her daughter hot chocolate after she cooled down with the cursing, she knew how it was for me at home and always tried to support me when I needed it, as she looked upon me as her own daughter. It didn't just affect me in situations like this, it also affected Brianna too, and she'd never like to see her daughters upset.
I felt nervous this time though, as Katrina knew Trevor could be aggressive at times, but I never informed her about how abusive he was towards my Mother and what he would do when he got angry to the point I had to hide in the attic until he had stopped. I couldn't face him when he hurts her, I was too afraid and cowardly, and I know you must be thinking that I'm selfish and I should have at least tried to call the police, but I never had the courage to. What would you have done if you were to be in the same position? I slept on it for a couple of hours, until around quarter to six.
Light sweat started to break out on the palms of my hands, as I thought of the reaction I would get from Brianna, after asking her a life changing question. "Can you come with me?" I finally had the courage to say. "Come with you where Nev?", she replied, while sipping on her cold, hot chocolate -"away from home" I said embarrassingly- she paused for a moment before she could answer "you mean, run away with you?, I can't Nev I'm sorry, I have a life here, I can't just abandon it like that", as she said those words, a tear dropped from my face and into my mug; I thought she would have been able to come with me. "Thought you were my sister"-"I am, but how you expecting me to say yes to running away with you, when I have a family that loves and adores me, and you know my mum would let you stay here if you wanted to, so you need to stop being so selfish and start thinking about other people" she almost yelled. At this moment, I knew there was no such thing as family. I did not attempt to say anything more except from "ok". I slowly stood up, and left the room, said good bye to her mother and left the house, while trying to hold in more tears that I wanted to let out. This was the now the end of my OLD life and the beginning of my NEW one.