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every day even though the B13s might get me -  they don't like  us soiling their goods
                       -  and  hear them rowing and trying to find somewhere to live.  Getting bigger all the

                       time like.  Still  pretty though and,  I don't know vulnerable.  I want to help her 'cos

                       that fella doesn't look like  he'll stick around when she's bitchin'.  I turned  my life
                       round,  I did.  Got out of all that gang shit 'fore  it got nasty; stopped  looking over my

                       shoulder to see if they were chasing me and  now I've got the  Massive gunning for

                       me.  See,  I  knew the girl and  her boyfriend were desperate to have the kid  in four

                       walls and a  roof and  no-one looked  like giving help.  Offered them a  room in my flat

                       for a  night but...






                   2.  There was some turf war thing going on when I  moved onto the estate.  Me and  my
                       kid  brother and  Dad, we wanted to keep well out of it.  We like our blood on the

                       inside but the  B13 Posse liked  it on the outside.  Staring down their barrel was

                       terrifying.  I thought that was it,  I was on their patch  but I can't help where my

                       college  is, and then was a gurgle but I could only see the black insides of that barrel.

                       Then  it fell away.  Then... then I was one of the B14 Massive.  I  liked  having my own
                       territory and  having weapons and  knowing that the rest of the Massive would always

                       have my back.  We had  rules and that.  You weren't meant to talk to the other gang.

                       That's where the trouble started.
                       There was me being all  hard and cool, thinking I was it.  And this really fit chick goes

                       by looking like she's ready to drop one.  She's crying and everything in me yelled at

                       me to go over and try to help her.  But I just watched  her.  No bloke with  her so I'm

                       hardly gonna get shot down.  But no girl that pretty should  have a  backstreet baby
                       with  no dad  and  no mom if something happens.  I was gonna  help her until  I  realised

                       she was on  B13 turf.  Was she one of them?  Should  I cross the line and  help her,

                       risking us all?  A screech  ripped through the night -  an ambulance and  I  hoped  it was

                       for her.  Then  I  left.






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