Charlie Dawes – A storm in a teacup

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It wasn't the worst start in the world. Though it wasn't the best either. At least she had a roof over her head, food in her belly, which was more than a lot of other people had, even if her mam did belt her seven shades of blue when she was drunk.

She'd never known her father, he'd skipped out on her and the the rest of the mob she lived with when she was born. At least that was what her mam had told her during one of her drunken rages, one day. They'd not seen hide nor hair of him since, hell, she wasn't even sure of who 'He' was, could have been one of the constant stream of men her mother bought through the house, for all she knew.

One of six kids, she spent her early years dodging the beatings, stealing flowers to make daisy chains from her next door neighbours garden and running to and fro from the off-license to beg her mam bottles of grog. The steady supply of blow-jobs her ma gave the store owner kept 'em coming.

Until she and the rest of her kin, were removed by social services, one day, just after her seventh birthday. She hadn't been scared, like the others. Nor had she shed any tears when she was put into the back of the Ford Sierra and driven away to a care home.  A pretty little babyfaced thing, she and another girl, a year younger than her, were soon fostered out to a middle-aged couple who apprantly could have their own.
They were nice enough people, though Jane fussed over them something rotten, dressing the two girls up in dresses like victorian dolls, parading them in front of the other mums at the school gates, like she and the younger one were show ponies.
Still, in her early life, she'd learned to adapt fast and she put up with her new mothers fussing for the trade-off of good food in her belly and a comfy bed to sleep in at night, that she didn't have to share, the other kid sleeping in her own bed, on the other side of their shared room.

That was until Kevin, their new father, had the idea to clamber into bed one night with the girl she shared a room with. She lay awake, listening to the girl whimpering as he touched her in places no man should touch a girl of her age, her mind already beginning to turn numb to these horrors, considering the shitshow she grew up in, so she just turned over and went back to sleep. He kept up his night-time visits for the next few weeks, and everytime, she just closed her eyes and turned her back on it.
Until the night he'd clambered into her bed, and ended up waking up Jane with his screaming when she'd stuck a pen in his eye. It was one thing to ignore what was going on, and a whole other to let it happen to her. No, sir.

She ran away that night, the cops scouring the neighbourhood for her, but she was a skinny, wily little thing and she gave them the slip, easily. She spent four weeks sleeping rough, living off the kindness of strangers and the fellow homeless people in the camp under the bridge, she ended up sleeping under. But when she got too greedy and tried to grab a whole armful of apples from a fruit and veg stall, the game was up and she was nabbed by the owner, and then dragged back to the care home by the cops later that night.

After that she was placed in foster home, after foster home, the care workers trying to find a place to put her but each time she ran away, or caused too much trouble and was sent back. There were the Christian folk who tried to exorcise her of the demons that they believed plagued her after she threw a rock through the local church windows, the Munsens who kept her locked up in a closet the size of an outhouse, and used her to steal stuff from local shops. They had a whole Ebay business dedicated to selling the stuff they stole and they made shitloads of cash from it, though they didn't give her none.
Then there were the Wilsons who worked her like a carthorse in the pub they ran, making her scrub the floors till her fingers were sore and cracked. The Dresdens who smoked pot and got her high and laughed as she danced and spun like a Top. And the Dowdens, who were nice people, but after the eleventh placement, and the third 'father' who'd tried to slip into her bed, she didn't trust anyone anymore, and just after her fourteenth birthday she stole the bundle of cash they kept in a baked bean tin to pay the rent and scarpered again.

This time no one caught her. She'd spent the years she'd bounced around the care system,  liveing on the streets and small periods of time she'd spent in foster homes, honing her skills and her speed, learning how to pick peoples pockets, or shoplift, then do a runner before people even knew something shady had gone down.

By now she had a steller reputation with the cops, despite still being a minor, her extensive rap sheet including charges for Vandalism (slashing tires, breaking house and car windows, spray-painting the sides of buildings or tagging shop doors with offensive slurs),  Assault (beating up other kids, even some adults if she gaged their size to be a match to her own, throwing rocks at people, or whatever she could get her hands on), Theft (shoplifting, pick-pocketing), Burglary & Robbery (self-explanatory, plus also several muggings at knife-point), Public Nuisance (pulling pranks on random strangers or shopkeepers), Drug-posession (mostly dealing for local dealers in return for cash) and Public Intoxication (under-age drinking and drug use; mostly weed).

Now she lived on the streets, making money where she could, using whatever ploy and tactic she had to, to get what she wanted, be it money, booze, food or a place to sleep for the night. There was nothing that she wouldn't do to survive. Except one thing. She never let a man touch her.
She'd seen what happened to those that did, girls as young as her ending up pregnant, living in some shitty little council flat, being knocked around by their boyfriends, living hand to mouth in a miserable existence. That kind of life was not for her. She wanted more, she wanted the freedom to go where she chose, to do what she wanted, to be who she wanted. No rules could fence her in, no law could bind her. She learned to look out for number one, and not give a shit about anyone else.
Giving a shit got you hurt, in more ways than one. And she never would again.

Just before her sixteenth birthday one of the dealers she'd worked for, in the past, approached her with an offer. He'd seen how canny she was and street-smart, and seeing potential in her he proposed a deal. He was looking to expand his 'business' stateside, and he promised to set her up with a plane ticket to America, an apartment in which to live...it wouldn't be the ritz but it would be hers...all she had to do was recruit a band of good kids to run his drugs, when they arrived in the US and collect the profits and keep the books nice and tidy for when he'd eventually join her.

She agreed straight away, i mean, why wouldn't you? America. The land of dreams, where anyone could be anything. Right? And she got on with Jonah well enough, he wasn't cruel like a lot of other dealers, but he was stupid to trust her, because the moment she set foot on US soil, with a visa and a passport in her name, she took off and didn't look back, heading for the bright lights of New York.
Except she soon found out that America was much like anywhere else...full of the same prejudices, same hateful, abusive people hurting those weaker than themselves. Nothing had changed, and she spent the next year or so continuing her slew of crimes in a different country.
Finally pissing off the wrong people, and knowing she shouldn't stay too long in one place, since Jonah was probably hunting her ass down to get the money back he'd paid to get here here, she stuck two fingers up to New York just before her eighteenth and hopped on the first bus she saw, not caring where it was going.

Not having a ticket wasn't a problem, right? No one would see her short ass bundled into one of the back seats. See you soon, Hathian!

January 22, 2021 at 9:22 am
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