Streets of New York

Two weeks. Two agonising weeks. I haven't seen Jace since the night of Big Joe's but since then, I have lived everyday in constant fear. It's the waiting, that's what's slowly killing me. Not knowing if today will be the day we reunite or if it's just another day of constant struggle. Either way, I lose. I don't know why I should be so scared though, he's just some ugly prick with a two inch willy. He just feeds off other peoples fear, that's why he's so powerful in this kind of business and I know for a fact that I'm not the only person in New York who's living in utter despair because of him.

Other than trying to keep my head down, I haven't really done much in these past two weeks. Sigh.
I decided to head to the local women's shelter that just like Big Joe's, it was located on the outskirts of New York. As selfish as it may sound, I was in need of a good wash and I could do with a warm meal considering I haven't eaten in days. Plus, I could do with the company really. It's nice talking to people there. Plus the massive heap of loneliness is growing heavier and heavier by the day, it's like a massive rock that is resting comfortably on my back, happily squashing my spine.

The women's shelter was named "Hope" I don't know if it's a fucking metaphorical thing or just because the women who opened up the shelter was called Hope, Hope Shearwood. Probably both, I've never had the 'honour' to meet Hope Shearwood. Apparently she's a proper bitch though, acts like she has morals and cares for women like me but in reality she's just a lonely housewife with spare time and a shit ton of her husbands money. I remember talking to someone in the shelter who had met Hope before, she despised the women, said Hope was the biggest stuck up bitch she had ever met. At the time I decided against pushing this women at the shelter to tell me more because I would have just received a massive lecture about how much of a priss Hope is just because this women misinterpreted the way Hope looked at her, or should I say snarled? I don't know but either way this women was pretty angry and I didn't want to get wrapped up in gossip, I would rather keep myself to myself than bitch about some women I have never even met who may or may not be a stuck up cow. And at the end of the day, Hope provides me with basic human rights like being able to wash, eat and drink. She even provides half the women at the shelter a roof over their heads until they are stable enough to find work to provide for themselves. Even if she does this for the wrong reasons like receiving a high amount of publicity from her yummy mummy club or local newspapers and even though she doesn't do any of this personally because she is never at the shelter herself, she still helps so I am grateful.

The shelter is three stories high and it's funny calling it a 'shelter' because it's something you would see in the 1900s. It's absolutely massive and it's the poshest thing I have ever come across. You can really tell that a rich family invested in it. The bottom floor of the house is where many of us receive a bowl of soup, shower or even receive some second hand clothes that are donated from the locals. The second floor is the rehabilitation centre, probably the most important floor really. Then the third floor is where women sleep, it's nothing too fancy, just single beds or even sleeping bags scattered around.

I decided to rummage through the donated clothes so i was able to change into a clean outfit after my shower. It might seem trampish but I'm in desperate need of new pants, the ones I have are far to ripped and I've got to admit, at first I did like the ripped, edgy kind of look but now my pants just look to tatty and worn out. After finding pants in my size I decided to look for some shoes, I was unsuccessful in that matter considering there were also four other women looking in the clothes pile aswell but I did find a new top with a panda on and I also found a cardigan type thing which is quite useful considering it isn't getting as cold. The top was in my size and the cardigan/shawl was a size bigger but that was okay.

After having my shower I headed towards the dining area for something to eat. There was around twenty thirty people in the room scattered around the many table and chairs. There were many high school girls handing out cups of soup too, I wasn't too surprised though because the only people that work here are volunteers so these high school girls are either doing some work experience or have been forced to do this is by their school so their school looks good on the charity side of things.

After being given a cup of soup I walked over to a bench where these two girls who were midway conversation. One looked around my age and the other looked around thirty-ish or maybe even forty, it was hard to tell.

"Yeah well I love them and I miss them terribly."

"Yeah well it's your own fault, so just suck it up and do something about it."

"Don't you think I am!" Screeched the older women before storming off.

"Jesus, some people can't handle the truth." Said the girl who looked around my age. She had jet black hair with green highlights. She wore a black biker jacket with black pants and a black top, similar style to me really. Black, black and oh wait, more black.

"What was her problem?" I asked.

"Well she was just moaning about how her kids were taken off her because she is now a diagnosed alcoholic. I simply told her to stop moaning and to do something about it." She said before taking a sip of her soup. "Ten minutes, ten minutes on having to fucking listen to her moan, urgh."

I just laughed, then there was a five second pause.

"Are you gonna just stand there like a lost puppy or are you gonna sit down? I'm Angie btw."

"Katie."

"I like that name, I used to have a friend called Katie. I like your shawl too, where's it from?"

"The donation pile." I said awkwardly. Geez, how embarrassing.

"Oh I had a look in their, some cool stuff."

"How old are you?" I asked, curiously.

"18, what about you? Haven't seen you round here before."

"I'm 19. And I don't really come here often, well I do but it's only from time to time you know to like wash and stuff."

"Oh right, I only started staying here like three days ago. My parents kicked me out but they normally ring me and shit and say they're worried and that they want me back home and stuff." She said then laughed. "I think I've crossed the line this time though." She then said, her face dropping.

"If you don't mind me asking, what did you do?"

"Well normally they just kicked me out over stupid things like sneaking out or skipping classes but like after an hour or so they ring me all panic stricken saying that they're sorry and stuff. But this time I didn't just shout back or cuss at them, I kinda...crashed their..car. It was am accident though, I was kinda drunk at the time and I um..had crack on me. Shit it really was bad, especially being caught by the police and having to be bailed out. Oh fuckk."

"They'll come around, trust me. They are your parents after all they love you."

"I'm not sure you know, but anyway enough about me. What's your story, something's obviously happened with your mom and dad or you wouldn't be popping in here every once in a while to wash and shit."

"Oh that's s loooong story."

"I have time."

"I'd rather not, sorry."

"Sorry I didn't want to seem intrusive."

"No honestly it's fi-"

We were soon interrupted by the room being filled with squeals from the high school girls.
"Higher it up, higher it up oh my god." Said one of them.

"I have had to cope with this for ages now, they've been fangirling like this all afternoon." Said Angie whilst rolling her eyes. "If they don't shut up I am gonna have to make them shut up by tearing their blonde extensions from their skull."

"Why are they so giddy." I laughed.

"Some British boyband on the Brit Awards, it's a repeat from yesterday I think."

We got multiple hushes from the high school girls who crowded the small VCR TV in the corner of the room.

"And the winner of the Global Success award is... ONE DIRECTION."

I glanced over at the small television and to my utter amazement it was them. Harry, Louis, Niall, Zayn and Liam. The five boys from Big Joe's. What the actual fuck.

Notes

And I've updated, whoop. I'll try and update tomorrow or maybe the day after, it depends. I tried to add a bit of a cliffhanger, it's a fail, I know, I'm sorry. Buuuut anyway there is going to be an appearance of one of the boys in the next chapter. Wooooo. We've missed them, am I right? Am right, come on. ;)

So I just imagine Angie to look like Elizabeth Gillies coz Elizabeth Gillies is just gorgeous and the personality of Jade in Victorious is how I imagine Angie to be like, maybe a bit nicer idk.


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And p.s I haven't edited this because I need to do my homework and stuff blah blah blah but anyway please ignore any mistakes and ignore the fact that I haven't added any italics and stuff..
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