𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚈 ° racetrack higgins

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎
"𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚆𝚎 𝙶𝚘"

☁︎︎

She stood in the slight shadow of an alleyway. Watching. Waiting. Her blue eyes stayed on the posh looking man as he made his way through the market, stopping at almost every stall; he would be the perfect target.

Tatum Kelly pulled the small, stolen hat down over her face, making sure her tucked in hair stayed in its place. One slip up and she was in the Refuge, and she couldn't go back. But then again, Jack would be there.

But she couldn't disappoint him like that. She just couldn't. When they got out, there was only one thing the older boy made his sister promise; stay out of that place for good. It didn't help that she hadn't seen him in weeks. She missed him. He was the only family she had.

She broke out of her thoughts as she saw the man moving on to the next stall. Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself off the brick wall and made her way towards the man, stopping to look at a stall every now and again to seem less suspicious.

Her heart beat nervously as she finally stood beside the man. As stealthily as she could, the girl slipped her hand inside the man's loose, jacket pocket. Her nimble finger's wrapped around the soft leather of her intended object and she slipped her hand back to her side, wallet in hand.

Tatum had started to back away when her shoe landed on a slick stone, still damp from the morning rain, and her body fell in a heap onto the cobbled street with a hefty thump. The object she had just taken fell from her grasp and slid a few feet away, laying just out of the girl's reach.

Unfortunately for her, the posh man had turned around upon hearing her body connect with the ground, his eyes wide in slight worry. "Oh lord," He breathe out, taking a step towards the fifteen year old in an attempt to help her. "Are you alright, dear?"

The girl didn't answer. Instead, her gaze flickered quickly over to the wallet before back to the eyes of the older man. With her luck, he saw her panicked look and turned to see what she was looking at. His brows furrowed slightly as he saw his wallet laying on the stones.

The seconds seemed to tick by slowly as he turned back to Tate, but in an instant, she had gotten up and snatched the wallet. She wasted no time in booking it down the street, trying her best to dodge people in her path. The angry, yet also confused, shout of the posh man echoed behind her, but she pushed on.

She didn't make it far, however, before he felt a hand latch onto her hair, pulling her back. The girl hollered in pain as her body fell backwards, once again, onto the stones. Standing about her was a man, a cop more specifically, with a face the girl was sure she would never forget.

Her eyes were wide with fear and worry as the policeman bent down and grabbed the wallet off the ground, his eyes never losing their cold glare. A moment later, the older gentlemen appeared, flushed with anger and exhaustion.

"I believe," The police said slowly, his hand tilting the wallet towards the man. "This belongs to you."

He nodded and grabbed his belonging back before glaring down at the girl, whose eyes were wide with fear. "You little vermin." He growled before stomping away with his pink face.

She slowly turned her attention back to the cop, who quickly bent down and snatched the girl's arm, hosting her to her feet. She swore she could already feel the bruise forming on her arm from the man's tight grip.

"I know just the place for vermin like you." He snarled before dragging Tatum to the one place she swore she would never be again.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟼𝟼𝟹
𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎: 𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝚜𝚝, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒
𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑈𝑛𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑆𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 (𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒). 𝑆𝑜, 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑. 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑇𝑎𝑡𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 :)

𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜, 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦.
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑙 (ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠)
𝑜𝑟 𝐸𝑝𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑙 (𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙)