Behind Closed Doors (AU)|| A Kingsman FanFic

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Another day trying to get through my life. My fucked up little life. I looked at myself in the mirror trying to figure out a way to get the hell out of here. I finally got over myself and left my room.

"I'm goin' to the bar, mum," I told her and grabbed my keys. She was asleep, as always. My boyfriend stormed out of his room.

"Would you get me somethin' love," he said and gave me some money.

"Yeah, babe."

"Oh, and cover up those bruises!"

"Yeah," I walked out of my apartment, "Bloody asshole."

As soon as I got to the bar, I sat down and ordered a pint of beer. I got whistled at a few times, it didn't phase me.

"Now, what's a pretty lady like you doin' drinkin' a proper pint?", A skinny man said while leaning onto my table.

"Maybe I'm not a lady," I answered and stood up after finishing my beer.

"Tell you what," he put a hand on my shoulder, "I'll give you my number if you gimme yours."

"Why would I want your number?" I asked, shrugging his hand off me. He stumbled on his words for a second while I walked to the bar.

"The usual for Richie please," I told the bar tender as I watched the skinny man. His group had been getting into it with another.

"I'm sorry bout that, bruv," a cute green eyed boy with a hat and track suit on. He just took the skinny one's keys and left with his group. I had to know who he was.

"Hey! Where you goin'?" I shouted to the boys outside.

"Well, come with us and you'll find out," the cute one said. We all got into the car and he started to do donuts in front of the bar. I laughed made obscene gestures with the boys. We drove off and the cops started to follow us.

"Holy shit!" I chuckled as the chase went on. The cute one swerved and crashed.

"Dickhead," I groaned as the whiplash set in.

"Foxes are vermin, cuz," one said.

"Should've driven it over," the other added.

"Should've done a lot of things," he huffed, "I'll sort this get out the car."

He looked to me, then his mates. We waited a little while.

"I said, get out the fucking car!"

The other two got out and ran. I stayed behind. I looked forward and huffed. I was already here. There's no point in running now.

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The boy and I stayed at the station overnight. We were now being questioned. It's not like I'm saying anything.

"Gwenevere Watson, lovely to see you again," the cop started.

"Likewise."

"So... Who were the other boys? I just need their names."

"Not telling. It's not my business."

"I'm making it your business. Tell me their names Gwenevere."

"I'd like to exercise my right to a phone call."

"Better be to your mum."

He walked out of the room. I took off my necklace and looked on the inside of the locket. A picture of my dad on one side and a phone number on the other.