New City, Same Story
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
7,315
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
New City, Same Story
Note to readers: this has a death in it somewhere, i forgot to put it in the description, and as I\'m new to this, i don\'t know all of the user controls etc
I woke up one mild May morning, from a shake, stood in front of me, were two male police officers.
“Come on, away you go” the taller of the two said in a Liverpudlian accent, standing me up, and pushing me away from the door way which I had slept in for the last week.
“Why can’t you just leave me here?” I asked, my voice a mere croak. I decided not to argue further, he was one of those police officers who looked like he meant business, and the other; one who wasn’t going to give me that much leeway.
The early sunrise startled me, I dug deep into my pockets, and searched for anything that resembled either food, or money. Nothing there, came the daily reply, I went back to the doorway, knowing that the police officers would have gone to move some other poor soul. The clothes which I had been wearing for over six months were now loose on me, once tight, they showed how much weight that I had lost in such a little time. I knew it would be time to move again soon, now all I needed was the money, I pulled my harmonica out of my pocket, and began to play some blue’s, soon, someone came over too me with a cup of warm hot chocolate, and a bacon butty, I could, with a struggle live without the food, but I needed the money to get out of there, and the drink to keep me hydrated. After another hour, I had managed to collect two condoms, five pounds, and three euros. I made an attempt at warming myself by rubbing my arms, but my efforts were useless, it just made any muscles that were left in my body ache.
By 6 pm, I looked down into my lap; there were now another two condoms, why did people think I needed condoms? But what made me the happiest, was the kind, young man that had came up to me, and given me a twenty pound note, the generosity of some people amazed me, why couldn’t every one be like that? I slowly made my way towards the train station, and looked around, making a decision, I looked down the boards of departures, and mentally ticked all of the places I had already been. This left but two, London, and Manchester, I then checked the fares, deciding on Manchester, as it was both the closest and least expensive city to get too. I walked to the ticket desk, handing over the money, which the kind man had given me.
“A child single to Manchester please” I asked croakily, it was quite depressing really, I was sixteen and had been on the streets for the last six years on and off, most recently for six months after being in a foster home in Newcastle.
“Yes miss,” he said knowingly, before handing over the ticket, and twelve pounds, thirty-six pence of change, I slipped it into my pocket, knowing that this small amount of money could keep me alive for a long time.
“Thank you,” I croa wal walking away from the desk, and sitting on the platform, waiting for the train to pull in. I looked up at the clock, it was 21.16, and the train still hadn’t pulled in, and was over twenty minutes late.
I woke up one mild May morning, from a shake, stood in front of me, were two male police officers.
“Come on, away you go” the taller of the two said in a Liverpudlian accent, standing me up, and pushing me away from the door way which I had slept in for the last week.
“Why can’t you just leave me here?” I asked, my voice a mere croak. I decided not to argue further, he was one of those police officers who looked like he meant business, and the other; one who wasn’t going to give me that much leeway.
The early sunrise startled me, I dug deep into my pockets, and searched for anything that resembled either food, or money. Nothing there, came the daily reply, I went back to the doorway, knowing that the police officers would have gone to move some other poor soul. The clothes which I had been wearing for over six months were now loose on me, once tight, they showed how much weight that I had lost in such a little time. I knew it would be time to move again soon, now all I needed was the money, I pulled my harmonica out of my pocket, and began to play some blue’s, soon, someone came over too me with a cup of warm hot chocolate, and a bacon butty, I could, with a struggle live without the food, but I needed the money to get out of there, and the drink to keep me hydrated. After another hour, I had managed to collect two condoms, five pounds, and three euros. I made an attempt at warming myself by rubbing my arms, but my efforts were useless, it just made any muscles that were left in my body ache.
By 6 pm, I looked down into my lap; there were now another two condoms, why did people think I needed condoms? But what made me the happiest, was the kind, young man that had came up to me, and given me a twenty pound note, the generosity of some people amazed me, why couldn’t every one be like that? I slowly made my way towards the train station, and looked around, making a decision, I looked down the boards of departures, and mentally ticked all of the places I had already been. This left but two, London, and Manchester, I then checked the fares, deciding on Manchester, as it was both the closest and least expensive city to get too. I walked to the ticket desk, handing over the money, which the kind man had given me.
“A child single to Manchester please” I asked croakily, it was quite depressing really, I was sixteen and had been on the streets for the last six years on and off, most recently for six months after being in a foster home in Newcastle.
“Yes miss,” he said knowingly, before handing over the ticket, and twelve pounds, thirty-six pence of change, I slipped it into my pocket, knowing that this small amount of money could keep me alive for a long time.
“Thank you,” I croa wal walking away from the desk, and sitting on the platform, waiting for the train to pull in. I looked up at the clock, it was 21.16, and the train still hadn’t pulled in, and was over twenty minutes late.