Little Liar.

Girl Like You (8)

Suki was explaining to me, Zach and Matt what she'd uncovered as a spy. Albarn was allergic to milk, he was addicted to drugs, had kids with 2 different women, smelt of cheap perfume and in his spare time was a drag queen. That last one made me laugh. If he was a drag queen at night hours he picked was he called "The Universal"? As we waited for Alex to arrive I picked up my poetry book and started to write: Humour;
Every joke she makes about you
Makes me smile madly as I get a clue
Mother says don't forget who you are
Father slaps me but screams your cereal is bare
Its funny that you're weak
Too weak to sneak
Maybe you're afraid the past will pour out
Like a slobbery puppy having a pout
I closed my notebook and blushed at Suki. She hadn't read this book but if I took her for a few drinks she'd be reading it, thinking it was the Bible. "Okay Alex says he will meet us for lunch but we need to get Albarn and take him for questioning." Matt ordered. Them words cut through me like knives. My hands shook and I sweated. "N-N-No...h-he can't!" I whimpered choking on my sobs. Suki's eyes widened. "Come with me Miles. Its going to be fine." She whispered. I nodded and took her hand before she led me to another car.

"Miles you're unlovable. I'm still surprised by Agnes, she's loved a slut." Tim boomed before running and punching my already bruised chest. I just stayed numb. "Fuck off Timothy you're the slut here. No competition needed." I snapped making Tim more angry and he grabbed the sides of my head and screamed in my face, "SLUTS NEVER ACCEPT THEIR TRUTH!" This made me scared and I trembled trying to think of my next retort. I was seriously underweight. I was badly bruised. Most of all... I was hopeless. "Maybe you're not admitting you are a slut too. Be proud for once you sick fuck." I smirked before gaining a massive slap causing me to stumble back. Someone came in. Greg.

Greg saw Tim towering over me and stepping hard on my throat. Given he was wearing toe capped boots I was in a one way brawl. "Miles?" He asked nervously. I was wheezing and tears were rolling faster than a racecar down my face. Tim looked over at Greg, he smiled wickedly at him and grabbed his hair. "What the hells your problem... Miles is my mate we have band practice in an hour." Greg screamed. Tim let me go leaving me to choke and gag repeatedly. "Look after him...he needs to stay here tonight." Tim hissed before leaving. Greg helped me up as everything spun and I choked on myself. "Its going to be fine, Miles." Greg whispered making me calm and close my eyes while Greg dragged me out of the hellhole I was imprisoned in.

In Suki's car I sat low in the back but felt grateful she was here. If I could say one thing about Suki... actually a few things about Suki they would be: Her car smells of homemade lemonade and homemade cupcakes, she has CDs on Rita Ora and Beyonce, Her glovebox has makeup in it and finally she has a book on the A-Z of dinky cafes in the USA. Albarn came over to the police car, he looked high as a kite and was giggling like a school boy. "What an ass." Suki sighed bitterly. I agreed with her then she mumbled, "If you end up in prison with this chick please make sure he prays for a scooter and crashes." Making my eyes widen, she was powerful with humour and wit. "Suki...he's not ever gonna share with me. Unless his drag name was Kane's Toes." I teased making her snort a bubble of laughter. "Albarn looking over shit...pretend your on the phone." I warned as Albarn looked our way. Suki wasn't paying attention and of course Albarn noticed me and screamed an inaudible scream. I gulped and flipped him my middle finger. War is in full swing.

Once Albarn's car was out of sight we made our move. "He saw me Suki. War is in full swing and I have confession...it has taken me so long to say this b-" I mumbled before being cut off by Suki's chat to her boss, Tom, "Hey Meighan sir, Turner's and Dawes' troops got Albarn. Me and Kane are going to meet Alex we will catch up at Berry Hill next week?" She explained to Tom. Kane was my gang name and I was sick of it. I threw up and sobbed uncontrollably. "Excellent Waterhouse ma'am, just like your father. Enjoy working with Kane and the gang. I'll be excited to meet you too." Tom smiled through the other end. Suki hung up and turned around and saw my half dead body lying in sick in the back. "What the..." She began panicked.
"Just...leave me...to...die." I barely whispered. Making Suki shake her head, we were almost at the place where Alex was with Jim. She then realized why I was so ill. "Fuck...shit I'm so sorry." She gasped before stopping at the car park of the cafe where Alex and Jim were.

Suki rushed around to my side of the car and opened the door. I was in a haze. "Miles please tell me you're okay." She begged, tugging on my legs making me sit up. "I'm fine Suki...just a bit sick. I'll be fine after eating." I lied before taking off the sick drenched jacket I was wearing. "I didn't mean to trigger memories." She apologized. Alex by this time was coming over. Alex helped me stand up and felt my forehead. Normal temperature. "C'mon you two I'll get you some chips. Jim has stuff to explain to you Miles." Alex smiled. I gulped and looked down.

Jim was lying back in his summer lounger. "Miles, bring me that porno magazine over." He ordered me through a thick Manchester accent. I nodded. "Thanks Crispy King. You and my Jay make a sweet ass team." He smiled before I handed him his magazine. I just nodded and sat down in my own lounger, smoking a cannabis cigarette. "I'm leaving the gang tomorrow, Jim. Me and Agnes are moving west. She's got family over there." I muttered. Jim gazed at me thinking it was the drugs. Yet the drugs don't work on me. "What the fuck is your issue with the gang?!" He snapped coming over to me with a red sunburnt angered face. I didn't respond. He begun punching me until I blacked out.

Seeing Jim again made my heart pound and he gave me a wild grin. "Cheeky fucker on the force out here?" He asked laughing. I looked at him as a friendly hello. "Ay Jay were right. Your trauma is raw deep." He sighed before showing guilt. Alex glanced between us and had no idea what he had just said. "Come ere Crispy King. We need a chat as I hold some details on that case you need to grip." He smiled before leading me to a small bench. Jim giggled nervously and looked at me. Like a father would see his son. Only he wasn't going to yell.