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My heart was beating out ofaway from the place I considered ho, I aiting for the alarround and start s They didn’t, I walked to the edge of the grounds, I didn’t look back, I’d never look back, this was h row my hair back now, no rules, I could do whatever the hell I liked The thought actually scared me a little

I started to walk over to the yellow cab that was parked there for me, "Hey kid!" someone shouted, I turned round and my heart dropped down to my feet What the fk do they want?

"Ed? Calluuys since I was sent down and I didn’t want to see therabbedme on the back, "Good to see you kid," he said happily Yeah sorry I can’t say the sa around nervously, I didn’t even want to be seen talking to these guys again

"Boss wants to see you" Ed nodded towards their shiny Mercedes parked a few feet away froet into

Shit! "I can’t right now, I need to go get checked intoto think of a better excuse, but I kneas useless anyway, if Brett Mason wanted to see me, he’d see me conscious or unconscious

Ed smiled, "Boss wants to see you, now You can check in to your place later," he said sternly, walking off towards his car without even waiting for ainst what Brett said, or if they did they didn’t live to tell the tale Fuck my life!

I followed behind and sat next to Ed in the back of their car, I felt sick, how on earth was I going to get out of this? In total honesty I probably wasn’t going to live through the rest of the day, soto see the sun set To say that ht noould be the understatement of the century

I rested my head back on the seat and closed s could be different? There was no way he would let s I knew could put him away for years, but I would never tell I’d been offered a deal so h class juvie instead of the crap hole I was sent to, even a cushy little job when I was inside But I never once even thought of turning state and standing against him, never What was the point I wouldn’t have lived to see the trial anyway Brett Mason had people on the inside of the police too, I probably would have been shanked instate, "So hoas it, Kid, ok?" he asked curiously

Jeez, I hated being called ‘Kid’ They all called uess because when I started working for him that’s what I was, I elve years old the first ti off a brown envelope full of cash through theof a parked cop patrol car, bribe money The cops turned a blind eye to his activities and he stayed off of their turf, perfect

Things got worse as I got older, the jobs gota lookout for robberies, stealing cars, running drugs, the worst one hen I was asked to tag along and ‘witness’ an exchange God I hated those, I could still hear the sounds of the shop owners who paid for Brett’s ‘protection’ begging as he sers with a ha it was character building, I think he was groo bring theuess

"Kid? You ok?" Ed asked when I didn’t answer

I nodded weakly, "Yeah I’uess, the time went slow but it was ok," I said honestly I wouldn’t tell him that I actually loved it there and it was the safest I had felt since I could remember, no one knehat it was really like for me when I lived at home and I wanted to keep it that way

"Boss was pretty pissed when you broke Terry’s face when you first got sent down," Ed said, laughing I looked at hiot into a fight in juvie?

"Why?" I asked

Ed laughed again "He pulled in a favour, had Terry all set up to look after you when you first went in You were only fourteen, Terry had been in there a few years and knew the drill, Boss thought that if you had so out for you that no one would pick on you, but you knocked the guy unconscious," he said, shaking his head looking at me proudly

Crap Brett set that up? "I didn’t know Brett did that! The guy caht was best," I said shrugging

That wasn’t the whole reason I did it, ‘protection’ was the kind of thing Brett offered to the shop keepers and I kneould owe the guy as offering it There was no way in hell I was starting rabbed the back of his head, smashed his face into the table and told him and everyone else that was there that I could look after uess it had the desired effect