Pre-war: A War Series Novella by Lynne Nicole & Cole Stevie J & Lovell LP

Author:Lynne, Nicole & Cole, Stevie J & Lovell, LP
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-02-04T16:00:00+00:00

17

Brandon

16 years old

I chuck the two empty bottles of whiskey in the bin and wash up the pile of dirty dishes that are cluttering the tiny kitchen in the caravan.

"Keep it down, boy." My dad shouts from his chair in front of the TV.

I drop a plate in the sink with a loud clatter. "You know what, you could wash your own dishes."

"What did you just say to me?" He gets up, heaving himself out of the chair and walking towards me.

"You know,” I turn to face him, “you were a piece of shit when ma was alive, but now..."

"I put food on the table, a roof over your head..."

I laugh. "The only money you make is betting on my fights. And a roof?" I gesture around the caravan. "You call this a roof?"

"You think you're the big lad now, eh?" He takes a threatening step towards me and I brace. I know what's coming. I know I should just leave this shit-hole and never come back, but my ma would turn in her grave, and that's the only thing that has me stopping in every few days to stock the fridge and clean up.

"Ma would be disgusted," I sneer.

His fist collides with my face and I crash into the kitchen cabinet. He usually stops at one punch, but today he goes for a second, hitting the other side of my face. My old man used to be a bare-knuckle champion in his day and he throws a mean punch, but he's drunk and sloppy. He goes for another, and without thinking, I duck and swing—just like he taught me. He goes crashing to the floor and the entire caravan shakes. He's out cold. Damn it.

I grab my leather jacket and a bottle of Jack, and I leave, slamming the door behind me. I could go to Poppy's, but I try not to do that. When my ma died, she was the only person who understood. When my dad started beating on me all the time, I always ran to her house. I still do. She always lets me sleep in her bed, never turns me away. Her and Connor are my best friends, but with Poppy, its...different. I see the way she looks at me sometimes. It's the same way all the other girls look at me right before I kiss them—sometimes sleep with them. The problem is, I want that with Poppy, and Poppy isn't a girl you do that with. I can't lose her because some days she feels like the only thing that keeps me going.

So, I head to Lola's house.

She lives in one of the big expensive houses a few streets away, and her dad works late. I can go drinking with Poppy and Connor, but the pair of them are just so good. Lola though, she goes to private school and you know what they say about private school girls...

I ring her bell and she answers, wearing her school uniform. My eyes trace over

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