Abused and Saved by a Gang

chapter 3

Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes xx

Chapter 3

“So…..why were those security guards chasing you?” Chris said still gazing in my eyes.

For some reason I felt like I should tell Chris everything and that I could trust him, I don’t know why I felt that I just did. I have never felt like telling anybody about the bad parts of my life apart from my best friends, let alone someone who just saved my ass. And he was a boy.

I don’t trust boys apart from Sam and Dylan, they are mine and Robyn’s best friend since year 5. They also know about the beatings and were shocked and angry about it. Dylan being the tuff, strong one (I think he has a six pack) had tried to sort it out, but just ended up putting two men in hospital form him getting frustrated about them not cooperating. As you con probably guess he has anger problems, and him being questioned by the police, I still don’t know how he got away with it, I think he just blamed it on self-defence.

Sam on the other hand being the more sensible and smart person he is, and tried to track them by putting a tracking device on me for when they got me next time he could find the location they were keeping me at and then call the police, but they found it under my jacket.  That was one of the worse beatings I ever got. Let’s just say we didn’t try that approach again.

I decided not to lie to Chris but not tell him the whole truth.

“I stole some stuff ....... To pay back some money my parents owe some people” I said like it was nothing, not looking in his eyes.

“Oh okay, why didn’t u just borrow some money from the bank?”

“Err... It’s complicated” I sated. My parents don’t trust the bank, they said they steal money and blame it on bills that are overdue, I told them it would help me and save me a lot of pain but they keep promising that they would pay the payment on time next time. Some parents they are- note the sarcasm.

Now I feel guilty because for some reason I don’t want Chris to feel disappointed in me.

Just then the wind picked up pushing my hood off my head that I used to hide my face from people and security cameras, revealing my slowly healing bruises.

Chris just stared at my face for ages with a look of pure shock and horror. I looked down for some reason feeling ashamed of myself.

He must’ve seen my reaction because he gently grabbed my chin and gazed into my eyes.

“What happened?”  He asked with more concern in his voice then I thought any man could possibly have.

Chris’s POV

“What happened” I asked with so much concern in my voice.

For some reason I felt connected to this beautiful girl. I felt strange feelings erupting inside me that I had never  felt before in my life and for some reason I felt kind of… protective over her I guess, and I don’t even know why.

“Err… I tripped?” it sounded more like a question then an answer, but I played along knowing she was lying.

“Oh… where and when did you trip up?” I asked trying to catch her out on her lie.

“Umm…Thursday… at school?” she said trying to keep the confusion and panic of her facial expressions. But again it sounded like a question. Wow It could be worse than I thought if she won’t tell me.

“Oh really..?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

“Yes” she said sounding more sure of herself.

“How?” I asked

That question seemed to stump her.

“Urrr….mmm… I … tripped over… a table?” she said not looking in my eyes.

“Oh really was it an invisible table?” I asked mocking her.

She looked up at me quickly and she must have seen that I was serious and not believing her poor excuse of a story.

“No” she mumbled to the ground.

“I didn’t think so. Come on tell me about it while I eat something, I haven’t eaten since lunch” I stated not giving any room for an argument.

 I was quite good at ordering people seeing as I’m a gang leader. I have to order and shout at people to get things done. My gangs called the Death Dealers, I didn’t choose the name, it was my older brother, Tom, he chose it. He was the one who formed the gang and passed the leader ship down to me when he was murdered by an enemy gang we took revenge  by killing as many of their members as possible and now not a member of that gang is alive. Yes, I am a murderer but in this business who isn’t?

Poppy’s POV

I COULDN’T LIE TO HIM.

But at least I tried.

We walked over to a café, well he walked I grumpily followed and he ordered stake and chips and then surprised me by ordering me the same. I looked at him shocked.

“I don’t have any money” I whispered shouted across the table at him.

He waved me off and mumbled “I do”

Nobody has ever bought me dinner since I could remember and I’m having stake and chips.

“So tell me what happened” he asked me

I took a deep breath in, I looked around looking for an escape but for some reason I wanted to tell him.

And that scared me. I didn’t normally want to tell people about that side of my life. But something was telling me that he has been through worse.

I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes and told him everything.

 sorry their wasn’t  much action :’-( xx