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Christine
I’d watched that film it had a girl’s name. The car was a
killer. It just mowed everything down, guts and gore everywhere. I’d sat hiding
my eyes behind a cushion. Johnny laughed at me saying I was missing the best
bits and tried to wrestle the cushion from me. I ended up bruised on the floor,
if I hadn’t moved quickly I would have had a real shiner of a black eye. Johnny
called them play fights my social worker calls it assault but I wouldn’t press
charges didn’t seem right he’s my boyfriend after all.
My social worker says I need to work on my self esteem. I
deserve better. Not sure about that, can’t see Prince Harry come knocking on my
door any time now. I’d have nothing nice to wear and his dad wouldn’t want him
going out with me Christine from the council estate.
When Jason from up the road asked if I wanted to sit in his
new American car I knew he meant something else but the car reminded me of the
one in that film. I sat in the driver’s seat whilst his hands roamed over my
body. If you squint your eyes a little bit he looks like Prince Harry, well he
has ginger hair.
The police were really nice to me. I was in shock the
paramedics said. I’d started up the car. Jason was giving me a driving lesson
but I didn’t realise it was an automatic. Put my foot down just as Johnny came
around the corner. Guts and gore just like that film. The police weren’t too
bothered that I didn’t have a provisional driving license more interested in
the drug stash in the boot. Jason will be in prison a very long time. My social
worker says I’ve been very lucky. No injuries, no charges. After Johnny’s
funeral she’s going to help me enrol at college. She says I’m cleverer than I
think.
