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This week I'm sharing a piece from my wip (working title -Boy) My heroine, Tiffany, is having a flashback to a time when she lived on the streets with her brother.
Why had it never occurred to her Susan’s brother would not believe her? Because, a little voice told her, he didn’t understand the connection between the two women. What would Jake say if he discovered Susan shared her childhood experiences during the dark hours of night. Would he, as Susan claimed, close up like a clam and freeze her out? He couldn’t break the bonds of friendship she had with Susan. He couldn’t, didn’t know how much they had in common. Her parent may not have died, and no one had actively sought them out to place them within the system’s care regime, but she had spent more time on the streets, than Jake would ever discover. She’d once had a brother who’d lost his life trying to protect her from the scum that preyed on the vulnerable.
She’d waited, frozen to the spot, for what seemed like hours but was, she knew later, probably only minutes, maybe even less, before she sprinted to her brother’s side. Rain had soaked his face, diluted the blood oozing from his mouth and chest. It didn’t take a search for his missing pulse for Tiffany to know her brother had laid down his life to keep her safe. She wanted to stay with him until someone found them, but knew to do so would dishonour everything Robby had fought for. Striving to stop the shaking in her fingers, she’d gone through Robby’s pockets, unsurprised to find them empty, then removed his shoes and stashed the money she found there into her bra.
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