I’ve never been accepted

Freak. And Monster were the names I comprehend day in and day forbidden for the last four years. Thats why, when I got approached by The Mavericks I thought things were looking up for me. Little did I know, things were about to go whirling out of control.It was a piercingly cold day, my hands were raw, I was doing my usual paper round, looking of giving it up, in hope of bed-ridden mornings and no more bags under my eyes. Id given my last paper to a elderly adult female leaving her house to check the milkman had been. He hadnt. He had stopped coming years ago and thusly I headed bandaging to the Newfield Newsagent and collected my pay. Twenty pound is what I got paid for ticktockting up at six in the morning, every morning. I made my modal value across the snow cover field, my feet making firm, strong c conkching noises But wait, why could I hear four footsteps instead of two? I twirled around,SMACK.A strong handed punch left me breathless, and knocked me on my back.Wh what? I asked, breathlessly.I opened my eyes. Jesus, my glass had snapped, another reason for my dad to call me hundreds of names.GIVE ME YOUR MONEY a gruff voice called out,who.. who are you? my usually low voice turned into a whimper, as I attempted to sound strong. A defence technique I learned, living with my beastly father for so long. I cursed myself for seem fearful. I didnt get another chance to think of another comeback. A rapid, sharp blow tap my straight in the face again.A ripping sound.Lighter pockets.Crunching noises.Then black.I heard a voice.Uh dude? You going to be ok?I opened my eyes, slowly and tried to sit up.My integral body ached. There was blood on my white t-shirt.You.. You look pretty bad there.Aw SHUT UP Jonny Way to make him feel betterWho were these people? I didnt recognize there voices.Where am i? I managed to whisper.You dont pauperisation to know. All you need to know is that, we found you on a field, covered in blood and brought you here. Were the Ma vericks.The Mavericks? Not the gang, The Mavericks surely? I looked around, everything was black, and a few cardboard boxes lay around, empty cans of Fosters, stooge boxes and a pool table.I couldnt really be with The Mavericks could I?I looked up, three tall work force stood before me.They were all wearing black suits and black hats.I was with the Mavericks.I need to go, I need I stopped mid sentence as I saw a gun world pulled from Tall Man number two, coat jacket.Youll stay right there. Since we saved your life, we can end it too. I think you owe us a favour dont you?I gulped. I tried to slow my beatnik pot, afraid that they would hear it.Just.. Just permit me go. Ill do anything. I whimpered.When I said Id do anything, I didnt think that they would ask me to do what they did nextTHERE HE IS RUN Joe screamed,I ran, I fell, I got up and ran again.They wouldnt let me stop they will kill me if I gave up on them, if I plunk for down.We were trying to catch Freddys dad, a multi-m illionaire jewel extraordinaire. Freddy, the newest member of The Mavericks was running ahead of me, I felt worrying for him. He didnt want to be in this position was much as I didnt. Joe said that if he didnt cooperate on this mission he would kill both his mother and father, and then come back for him. So here we were. three months down the line from them finding me on field, bleeding and shaking in my converse. They were using me I knew that, and as soon as the police came, it would be mine and Freddys name that would be read out in court. My voice that would plead not guilty to any crime Joe had affiliated weeks before. I was just a matter of time. Freddy tripped and fell down. I stopped and helped him back up again. I could see tears roll down his cheeks.Dont let them see you. Quick, lets go I whispered hurriedly.We started to run again.Where were we? I couldnt tell. It was too dark to see anything.The only thing I knew was that we appeared to be in a wasteland.The smell fill ed my twist as soon as I got there, I covered my nose with my scarf and carried on running, still aware the stench was seeping through it.HES HEADING TOWARD THE LORRIES DONT LET HIM effluence I ran harder and faster, overtaking Freddy. I saw a shadow crawl under the lorry and I slowed to a stop, just in time for Freddy to stop behind me.Where is he? Freddy whispered.Under the lorry, but be quick. I dont think anybodys seen him yet. I replied.Freddy ran and slid under the lorry, I heard a crash.Like metal contact a skull.Id heard it before, when Joe had make me kill a poor innocent man because Joe didnt like the way he looked at him.I hoped Freddy was ok, I really dd.I sprinted to escape from the wasteland, maybe I could get away now?No-one was around, I saw a entrance to a huge warehouse, maybe I could make it? One look behind me pushed my doubts away.I rushed toward the door, just before I managed to let out a sigh of relief.A heavy hand clamped down on my shoulder.I dont think so Jonathon. You know the rules. Now youll pay.A muffled laugh, a shout.HES HEREthe hand that was tightly clamped down on my shoulder, let go.I was going to get it now, I really was.Then I heard heavy footsteps, not running toward me, but running away from me. This was it? They were letting me go?JONATHAN, HERE. NOW I heard Joe scream.But I was already running.And running.Away from the violence and the crime.Running away.I was finished with the Mavericks,And I never looked back.