Submissive • 5sos

Chapter 1

"Goodnight, Jan." I call into the stock room, I didn't expect a reply, Jan was a little crazy and half the time didn't even know I had turned up for work. She probably didn't notice me because no one does, have you ever watched a TV show and you see the people walking in the background? No one talks to them and they don't seem to have an aim as to where they're going? Well that's me. I don't have many friends, at school or at my job. I work at a diy store on the bad side of London. But being mainly invisible is a good thing when walking through these streets, I avoid a lot of danger because I don't stand out, unlike the other girls my age who drink illegally and end up getting mugged or worse. I'm only 17 but I live alone as I walked out on my parents, who never noticed me either.
As I leave the store I feel the atmosphere shift and it starts gently raining, I do have a coat but it's not a very expensive one, therefore it only protects my torso. I do get paid for my job, but not much and I do get enough benefits to live comfortably but I still can't afford luxuries.
"What are you doing around these parts?" I hear someone slur about 15 metres in front of me, he's not talking to me, there's a lady, early 20's, who he's talking to, she doesn't look intoxicated but scared.
"Fuck off." She answers him, pushing him off. I stay in the shadows, I should call the police but they're corrupt and if that man is part of any gang, they'll back off immediately. The Whole West side of London is ruled by the gang five seconds of summer, while the East is ruled by one direction, this is basic knowledge when you live in London. The East side is the nicest side, all One Direction want is money, so they stay undercover, transporting drugs and doing underground fighting, it's easy not to get involved with them. But five seconds of summer on the other hand, they are a larger gang who are said to be power crazed, they make all of their members wear a noticeable pin so they don't get arrested, while one direction have five reasonably fair leaders, they would do anything to get the west side of London, which five seconds of summer own, and they have regular fights for parts of London.
"Come on.... It's just a bit of fun?!" The drunken mans voice brings me back to the present, he's trying to lift the lady's dress up but she slaps him.
"Get your filthy hands off me!" She screeches. He is so drunk that the feeble slap knocks him off balance and he falls to the floor, the woman takes this chance and scurries off, leaving him on the floor. From the distance I am at I can tell he is unconscious, from the alcohol or hitting the floor I can't tell.
Hesitantly I step forward, I can't just leave him on the floor, but I can't exactly wake him after watching his exchange with that lady.
Once I'm standing over him I watch him closely, he's in a pile of his own blood, blood from his head I notice, at least that means he doesn't have internal bleedings.
"Eurghhhhh," the man groans suddenly, attempting to sit up.
"Where am I?" He says drowsily, he doesn't look like the sort to be in a gang but I still scan him for a pin, there's no telling.
"You're in London, the West side." I say with more confidence than I feel. His eyes widen in alarm,
"No...no I need to get out, they'll find me..please help me...no no go, leave me!" He suddenly whispers, I realise that by them, he means five seconds of summer. I hesitantly step back but as I do so I hear a car speed down the road, the man groans and attempts to stand up, he looks so scared and strangely sober, compared to how he was five minutes ago. I think about leaving him but it's against my better nature. I grab his arms and drag him into a nearby alley, I sit him behind a bin and peer round so I can just the the little opening of the alley, I see a car go past, was that the car I heard? There's no telling but I still breathe out in relief,
"They're go...." I start to say but see a different man with a knife to the mans neck, I step back in alarm. They weren't gone, and whoever this was, they were going to kill this man.
"What's this then?" The man with the knife asks me, slipping the knife into the mans neck. I cry out in horror and step back even further, I run out of the alley and down the street to the side where I leave, the East side.
"A girl saw." I hear the man say coldly into a phone as I run out, and I will never forget the way he said it.