DEENA SKET CHAPTER 51

She looked at me.
"Oi Deena, stop looking at her," Damon shouted. I started cryin as I realized it wasnt Sandra, it was a woman that looked like her but still it didnt matter. it was sick.
Icey was up against a wall sobbing as Murda was kicking the womans face.
"No," i screamed.
I pushed Murda away and shielded the woman with my own body. "Stop,"i screamed. the woman was wailing a sobbing, she was someones mum, i could tell.
"Deena move," Damon said.
"No," i said, "please, let her go."
Damon kicked me in the head. I fell to the floor.
"Take her home bruv," Murda said.
I looked at the woman, she clung to me as Damon pulled me away. Icey was up against the wall cryin tryin not to look at the woman.
I felt sick. It was like i was dreamin.
Damon dragged me out and pulled me all the way down to the car.
We both sat inside and i cried.
"Damon, i dont wanna be involved in any of this,i wont say anythin about this, please just let me go,"

He looked at me, I was crying so hard, i was starting to have a panic attack, i felt lightheaded and i felt like i wasnt there and i was trembling so hard.
Damon pulled a bottle of Evian from the back of the car and gave it to me,it was brand new, "drink it slow," he said.
I opened it shaking and sipped it.
I sipped it slowly and was starting to feel better.
"Deena, if you tell anybody about this," he said.
I looked at him, "please, i wont, i just wont- i beg u let me go,."

"What do you mean, let you go?", he asked,
"I dont wanna be involved with any of this now," i said, "i just wanna go home."

"Deena, if you tell anybody about this, ryan will be the least of your problems."
His voice was so scary, i was so prang, all i could think about was the woman, it wsnt sandra but she looked so much like her, and Icey, that poor bre. he didnt even know what he was doin.
I looked at damon,"damon- i swear to you," she said, "please, i wont say shit, uve been so cool to me, i just- i dont wanna see anymore of dis and fuck anythin up for you or Murda, im a pussy."
He looked at me and said, "get out of the fuckin car then innit."
"what."
He kicked me out of the car, i fell on the floor. I didnt waste anytime, i stumbled to my feet and walked away bare fast, ill never forget that image of myself walkin away, blood runnin down my lip sobbing, nowhere to go,someone as peng as me goin thru all this.

I had nowhere to go. I really had nowhere.
People drivin past where lookin at me like i was mad, i had bare money in my account so i knew what i was gonna do.
My phone was ringin, i looked down. It was Sorcha, i ignored it, it was so mad, but i knew what i had to do, then all of a sudden i felt sick. I ran into some alleyway and vomited on the wall, two girls looked at me and started laughin and walked on. I felt so sick. I was in east somewhere, i was on a high street, I looked and saw the road name and called a cab. I wasnt even thinkin straight, i didnt even know what i was gonna do.
I told the cab to wait outside the mcdonalds and when i thought i saw it, i ran to the car and got in.
"Cab for a Deena," the indian guy said.
"Yeah yeah," i said nervously. It mustve been 11 by now.
"where to," he asked.
"Hendon."

Whilst i was in the cab, i was so scared, what the fuck was i doin, where else i could i go tho. I knew what i was gonna do, i was- i felt so sick, oh shit, sorry stop the cab.
I Cant.
stop the cab. Please.
I cant.
I vomited all over the seats.
"OH WHAT THE FUCK YOU DO!".
"I TOLD YOU STOP THE FUCKIN CAR," i shouted. I started cryin, the image of that woman and icey made me sick.
The cab driver was gettin so vex, he was cussin me. I was havin a panic attack again.
"You stoopid beetch," he shouted when the vomit started to smell.
I didnt say anythin, he stopped the car at a gas station and said, "ill charge u for this, ill charge u to clean this."
He got out of the car and ran into the shop to get tissues. I kissed my teeth and jumped out of the car and ran out. He saw me from inside the shop and tried to chase after me, he threw his shoe at me as i ran.
I was so desperate now, i didnt know what i was gonna do, i had ran fast enough, like ten minutes away from the cab driver.
I was pantin so hard, i was sweatin. I felt so sick, my breath smelt of vomit. I walked into a shop and bought some mint chewing gum, i know i looked so frass, like i could smell my own pussy, i know i looked sick.
I paid for the gum and walked out and then i walked into some park. It was 11, and dark, it was so dark and i felt sick.
I wanted to die, why was all this happenin to me, all this shit, what for, i sat on the park bench lookin into the black sky. Then i realized, Natalie.

All dis started from when i fucked ryan and fumes after they raped her, if i didnt do that, i would have never had met ryan or fumez and then i wouldnt have seen sorcha again that time at fumez yard and id still be in college and still be besties with natalie.
As i was thinking, some old white man came and sat next to me. It was dark, but i could see that he looked like one of them man who spent all day in the pub, he looked like the man from the royle family just bald and a bit chubbier.

"You alright love," he asked.
I looked at him, "yeah," i said. I wiped my eyes.
"You dont look it," he said. He gave me a tissue. I wiped my eyes with it, blew my nose with it and gave it back to him, he put it in his pocket.

"Boyfriend troubles?", he asked, he had a really husky voice, like had a problem with his throat. he smelt of beer and cigarettes and a bit of piss, you know the smell that tramps have. He was wearin a navy bomber jacket and dark jeans and some white dirty nike trainers.

"You're a very beautiful girl," he said, "anyone ever told u that."
I looked at him, he looked at my tits, "im not interested," i said.
He looked at my lips and said, "please,".
"Please what."
Then he kissed me. I pushed him away. He pulled out his wallet.
"Please," he started beggin. he was so pathetic, imagine- old man beggin me for sex.
he was breathin so hard,he stank of piss. he looked like one of them paedophiles you see on crime watch.

I looked at wallet,he pulled out 20 pounds.
I got up and went to leave, "please," he said beggin, "please."
I turned around, he had 200 in his hands. I looked at him.
I walked to him, "is there a toilet near here," i asked.
"Yes," he said, "there is".
I kissed him on the lips as it started to rain, he took my hand led me into the toilets.
We walked into the cubicle and he locked the door. I was up against the cubicle wall as he took of his jacket, he was wearin one of them thing priests wear.
"you're a priest?", i asked.
He didnt say anythin and squeezed my tits.
"get em out," he said.
"wait," i said gently startin touch my pussy, "gimme the money first."
He was so desperate he gave me the 200 and i put it in my pocket. "u got anymore," i asked.
"here's my card," he said, "when we're done, we'll go and take more out."
He gave me his debit card. "eat my pussy," i said.
He got on his knees, i looked at him as he was on his knees trying to get to my pussy.
"wait," i said, "let me suck ur dick,."

he laughed.
"ur a priest?", i asked.
"yes," he said as i got on my knees.
"catholic?", i asked.
he nodded as he whipped out his dick. it was red, really fat balls and red, like 4 inches.
"suck me slow," he said.
"alright."
I put my mouth on the dick. he sighed.
Then i bit it.
He screamed.
I bit the dick so hard till i tasted blood. He fell to the floor. I tumped him in the face and then started to knee him, i grabbed his head and slammed it onto the toilet.

He started cryin as I started kickin his face.
"wheres ur fuckin card," i screamed, he sobbed as he gave it to me.
I kicked him in the face three times and spat on his face. and then i ripped out his collar.
I kicked him in his teeth, his blood splattered on my shoes.
I grabbed him by his neck and punched him.
"Fassy," i shouted.
Then i left, with his card and 200. I ran out of the park and back onto the mainroad. I called another cab, i was gonna go to rochelles, i had her new adress, then my phone rang. it was a text from Sorcha.


SORCHA:
Babes
Its me, i beg u call me when u get this, its important, its about Ryan.
He's been stabbed.