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Chapter 1: Street Kid

Nessie's POV

I looked around uneasily as I waited for possible customers to arrive. Yes, we called them custommers.. Even though what I sold them was far from good. I didn't have a choice though. If I wanted to survive out here I had to sell just as I had always done since I was five years old.

Perhaps I should start from the beginning. My name is Renesmsee but most people call me Nessie. I was abandoned here in the city of Chicago, Illinois when I was five years old. At least that's what I think happened. I don't have much of a memory of any of my earlier years. I was taken in by an older teenage boy by the name of Victor. He was 17 years old at the time. Like me he was homeless and had lived that way all of his life. He was a street kid through and through much like I was.e

In order to survive though he sold illegal drugs. He was part of a larger network that controlled the buying and selling of drugs. I met his boss Joseph when I was still only five years old. It was not long before they had me out there selling as well. At the time I had no idea what I was getting in to. How could I? I was only five years old. All I knew is that if I did what I was told I would get money. I needed money to buy food, clothes, and blankets that would keep me warm out there in the cold winter nights.i usually slept under a highway because it offered some protection from the elements. It never was enough though.

My job was simple. Make deals with the customers and sell as much as I could. Then give the money to Joseph who would then give me a portion of my earnings. h

The longer I did it though the more I became aware of the dangers involved in the business. Many of my customers were gang members that could and would quite easily kill you if things didn't go their way. Negotiations with them are extremely dangerous. On quite a few occasions I've been threatened t with a gun or some type of weapon by my customers.

Then there was also the police aspect. I had my first encounter with the police when I was six years old. I out ran them easily. I'm an extremely fast runner. I always have been. I evaded the police time and time again. I'm kind of well known among them. They've been after me for 11 years and not once have they ever caught me.

As you can see I've not had the easiest life. I'm 17 years old and am still in the same situation I was in when I was five.

Well things have changed slightly. Much like how Victor took me in and taught me the ins and outs of the drug dealing business I to have taken in a kid of my own teach. Tyler was a five year old boy that had been abandoned by his parents. When I found him I felt a strong overwhelming urge to take care of him. I loved him and thought of him as my baby brother. I hoped that he would be okay and have the same luck that I've had. Too many people have gotten killed doing what we do. The sad part is once you're in it you're in it for life.

I sighed and rubbed my stomach soothingly. Did I mention that I was also pregnant? Well I am. I'm heavily pregnant. By 'heavily' I mean that the baby could come any here I was still seeking meth and cocaine to anyone willing to buy.

Then I heard it. The sirens. Oh no!

I looked and saw four police cruisers headed in my direction. I knew they had seen me and were coming after me again. I'm one of the most wanted people in Chicago. After 11 years of evading them I was sure they'd be willing to sell their souls to the devil if it meant my arrest.

"Nessie what are we going to do?" Tyler asked me. The fear evident on his face.

I grabbed him and started running with him as fast as I could. How I managed to run at all while being nine months pregnant and carrying around a five year old was beyond me. All I could do was run as fast as my two feet would allow me to. Which was extremely fast.

I ran and ran. It was clear that the police were not going to give up any time soon. They were as determined to catch me as I was determined to evade them. I held onto Tyler tightly. He clinger to me as hard as he could. Whenever I got the chance I checked all of my pockets to see if my products were still there. Sure enough they were. My pockets were filled to the brim with meth and cocaine.

Why was I risking my life and freedom for this again? Right this was the only way I could make money and live. I never did the drugs. Not even once. But I knew that once people tried them once they would come back again. It was inevitable.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw a parking lot that was packed with the cars. This was the perfect place to hide.

I quickly hid behind an extremely fancy and extremely expensive looking Mercedes. I crouched down as low as I could with Tyler. I listened as I heard the police sirens all around me. They still showed no signs of giving up their pursuit of me any time soon.

About 30 minutes later we heard someone unlock the doors to the Mercedes that we were using to hide. Tyler screamed in fear and I quickly covered his mouth but it was too late. A woman, who I assumed was the owner of the car, quickly appeared. I was momentarily struck by her appearance. She was obviously in her mid 20s. She had caramel colored hair and a heart shaped face. What caught my attention the most was her oddly pale skin and beautiful golden eyes. She was beautiful like something out of a fairytale.

She looked at me in concern. All I could do was stare at this beautiful god-like young woman.

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