took my first puff from the first cigarette from a fresh new packet and smoked it as I looked out my kitchen window. I could see the children from the block playing with an old tyre swing they made just the other day. Poor little bastards had nothing else to do around here.
The charred remains of a sports car not far from where the kids were playing brought back too many vivid memories for me to even describe. If anyone were to ask, I would only tell them that abusive drunks that set fire to their own cars to stop their wives from escaping their abusive grip don't deserve to have kids. Mari Henderson and her five-year-old daughter hit the headlines that night after firemen discovered two burned bodies in the back seat of a burning sports car. Don, the father also hit the headlines and the article came with one of the many mug shots he had taken over the years. The lousy son of a bitch decided that he would rather see his wife and child dead than see them escape the hell he had created for them. He then took it upon himself to burn them alive by throwing his cigarette butt into the fuel tank. Sadly he managed to get out of the way and suffer only slight burns to his arms when the car finally blew.
I didnt sleep for the rest of that night. I swear I could smell burning flesh all around my flat.
The south side of New Haddon had certainly declined in quality over the years, but it was what came next that truly convinced me that there was no such thing as humanity.
As soon as I stubbed out my cigarette, I switched the kettle on and grabbed a new jar of coffee from the cupboard. I was expecting a visitor that night from someone I hadnt even heard of since I was a kid. It wasnt as if I had much of a choice, though as he seemed rather insistant on us meeting at my place that night.
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