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Join Date: Apr 2007
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Join Date: Apr 2007
Posts: 5,845
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Installment Eight
Part One.
The rain slid down the window, and I looked around me. 7 bearded faces gazed at me. They wanted to know who I was. Who she was. It was time I began to explain.
I had been staying in the squat for two days now. It took me one day to find my way to civilisation. In that time I began to think about what happened to me. I realised she was Jealous, and wanted me dead. Dead. Once I found my way out of the country side I entered the suburbs of a city. I didn't really know where I was.
I was about to sleep on a street corner, when a cold hand slapped my shoulder. Thats when I met them, the seven boys. They took me back to the squat, and gave me food. They treated me good, like they cared. After just one day I felt like one of them. They had all undergone so problems in their life, usually to do with familys. And thats why they were staying here. It was their home.
Fourteen eyes stared at me, fixed, as I began to tell them everything. From the start. They listened, understood, and helped. They actuallly cared. They may of not been perfect, but they actually cared about what I felt.
Six months later and little had changed. I was still living with them their. Life was hard, but we all got by. We under went 100's of problems and drama's, but then thats another stroy Within time I began to get used to my surroundings, and I got a job. It was little pay, but it got us a regular source of income.
Me, and the seven others had made ourseleves a impregnable domain that nobody could penetrate. Almost.
Then one night, things started to go wrong. For about two weeks someone else moved in to the squat. They knew them through the drugs, he used to provide for them. He had been kicked out of his family home, and was living with us. We all knew that from oyr place he was dealing, but we left it. We couldn't make him leave, we knew how he felt.
It was winter. The nights began to get colder, and we didn't have any heating source. Despite my job, and their various sources of income, life was hard. At about 2am we began to settle down, when suddenly we heared a several cars pull up, and a bang on the door.
A loud voice could be heard from outside.
"This is The Police"
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