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Abandoned by his prostitute mother at the tender age of ten years old to live with his sadistic uncle Harry All Nick has ever known through his childhood is abuse in one form or another. Neglect by his mother and violent beatings from his cruel uncle.

Luckily for Nick Charlie entered his life and turned him from a wimp into being given the notorious nickname of Nick the nutter by the local kids . Which isn't a bad thing when your growing up in a rough area you need to be feared just to survive the day.

Nick and Charlie were inseparable this was until Michelle entered Nick's life . She stirred up feelings and emotions that he didn't even know he had inside him . Although Nick had never been shown any love throughout his life he knew he was falling in love with Michelle every time he looked at her.

Charlie realised Nick was falling for Michelle and is determined that the bond he and Nick has can never be broken . Charlie's deep rooted hatred for MichellIe continues to grow and results in a dangerous twist of consequences. As they dragged me through the darkened corridors

I could feel my feet scraping across the floor. I pleaded my innocence but their eyes showed no flicker of emotions . The room was bustling with people most had already taken their seats. Stony silence as I entered the room.

I could feel every bit of their hatred piercing my body from their steel like stares . They began to gently shout but all at once it became deafening

"Rot in hell you bastard," a frail old lady in the front row yelled out and spat in my direction

I recognised her right away from the court room it was Michelle's mum . I could see the familiar glare of hatred deep within her eyes

If only she knew I was innocence I wouldn't of harmed a hair on beautiful Michelle's head. I loved her too much if they could only know they were to watch an innocence man die right before their eyes. Charlie killed her not me.

I can't quite remember when Charlie entered my life only that he did and nothing had ever been the same since. It was probably around the time my no good whore of a mother decided that kids weren't her thing, got in the way of her tricks

The raindrops trickled down the window pane I watched with great excitement to see which one would finish the race first. I felt a mixture of hungriness and tiredness so this was just a way of taking my mind off it. We seemed to be driving for hours and if lasked too many questions she would get angry and give me a quick swipe of her back hand while balancing the wheel with the other hand . At ten years old there was tons of it circling my mind . Aillknew was I was golngto live with Uncle Harry because she needed to get away.

Uncle Harry was tall and muscley for a ten year old lad he was just intimidating to even look at. I soon realised intimidating was what he liked and just one wrong look would bring measlash with his belt over my back. He could leave a neat imprint of the buckle. Eventually I got used to it ,bite myliptillftbleedbutnever would I give him the satisfaction to see me cry left that for the privacy of my bedroom.

Charlie helped me to harden up I weren't no wimp assed little kid anymore. I could have most of the kids living in my run down area even the ones a couple years older than me This was mostly due to Charlie causing trouble but at least I could end it. They gave me the nickname Nick the nutter didn't mind made me feel quite notorious. Most days were spent flagging school and stealing or down the woods with the gang getting stoned on pot.

At first the stealing was petty stuff mainly booze or fags but I soon found I had a talent for the bigger stuff. A whiz with the old knife for getting into cars and quick as a flash at pulling out the C D players. Reputation for being the quickest one around got me a lot of jobs with the more professional car thieves. Which paid good money.

Living under Uncle Harry's roof mean't he take most of it . He was as crooked as they come Many nights Charlie and I would plan some ghastly end for Uncle Harry. We came up with some great ideas, poison in his food, hire a shot gun and as he stumbles in from the pub shoot him point blank in the head. That was my personal favourite but not Charlie he came up with other ideas which mainly involved chopping up his body and dissintergrate it in a bath of acid. I came to the conclusion he watched slot of horror movies.

Luckily for Uncle Harry these plans never got put into action something always got in the way. Pretty soon I became to big for his daily beatings he knew like the others of my reputation and just one mention of Charlie would soon turn him white. He knew Charlie hated him more than I did Beside's that I think he only got his kicks out of beating little boys shitless. There was plenty of them suckers around thinking he would take care of them just like I did once.

I never asked Charlie about his folks and he never mentioned them. I guess he had the same as me a father who's probably listed in a telephone directory some where and a slut of a mother who left me out in the court yard in the middle of winter so she could entertain her punter think I thought every one had parents like me

It was a great feeling when I left Uncle Harry's for good. Slung the small possessions I had in a ruck sack and hit the road. It was just Charlie and I against the world just the way we liked it

Over the years I built up quite an impressive record mainly car crime and burglaries, but in the circles I mixed with this meant your were somebody. The local lads would pass you admiring glances as you walked down the street as if they heard about your reputation. Poor kids were desperate for role models and when your growing-up poor. It's usually only the criminals that got the cash to splash around so they begin to look up to them

I remember it very clearly the day Michelle entered my life. It was like a beautiful vision amongst a pit of vipers. I was propping up some dingy old back street bar. The type where the decor looked like they have a fight there every night and no body even bothers to scrub the blood stained walls or clean up the splintered glass . As cheap as it was to look at the beer was even cheaper which suited me fine as I could only afford to rent a dingy bed sit on the other side of town.