His Kitten

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Summary

What would a teenage girl do if she came home from school and found her dad being arrested by the FBI. She would run of course. That's exactly what seventeen year old Rosie Ryan does. Its only her and her dad. Her mum died when she was born. Her dad has always treated her like a princess. She knew that his line of work wasnt really legal. She didnt care though, not until today. The only other person she could call is her Uncle Daniel, but she hasnt seen him for almost five years. Alone in the world she is blissfully unaware of the drama about to unfold around her, and the web of deciet that has been weaved with her at the centre.

Genre:
Thriller / Romance
Author:
Michelle Torlot
Status:
Ongoing
Chapters:
15
Rating:
4.6 10 reviews
Age Rating:
18+

1. Running.

Rosie

I strolled out the main entrance of the school building, it had been another dull day. I hated being here, but my dad insisted. Nothing I could say would persuade him otherwise. Not even the ‘well you didn’t need to graduate’ ploy would work. He would just chuckle. He never got me involved with his wheeler dealings, but I knew that they weren’t legal. I think he knew that I knew too, we just never spoke about it.

He always looked after me though. I never went without. We weren’t rich by any means, but we had enough. It was just me and him, I didn’t need anyone else. I never really knew my mum, she died when I was born, and I lived. My dad always said that’s what made me extra special. I was his little princess.

Now I’m just a few months off of my eighteenth birthday. I’m still his princess, only not so little. Only being raised by my dad, made me a bit tougher. Especially given the circles he runs in. He taught me how to stick up for myself, but he always said don’t ever start something you can’t finish.

Which brings me nicely to the jerk on the motorbike.


“Hey Rosie, why don’t I take you home,” the boy yelled across.

His voice really grated on me, I’d never been fond of the Irish accent. His green eyes twinkled and he flipped his red hair from his face.

“Fuck off Patrick!” I yelled back.

His fan club, entirely made up of girls, sat on the steps and glared at me. They were mostly cheerleaders. I guessed Patrick was some kind of jock. Basketball probably, he was too weedy for a footballer.

“Aww come on Rosie, don’t be like that,” he retorted.

The dim fucker could never take no for an answer. He was a man-whore. He must have had every girl in the school. Every girl except me. Didn’t stop him trying though.

I rolled my eyes, “go bother one of your little whores,” I growled, “or better still, fuck off back to Ireland.”

I shoved my hands in the pockets of my jeans shorts, and started to walk home. It was about a fifteen minute walk. I could have taken Patrick up on his offer, but it wouldn’t have been just be a lift home. I could have gone on the bus, but I didn’t fancy sitting with the bunch of losers. As soon as I graduated, I was leaving this hell hole. I needed to talk to dad about letting me work with him. He wasn’t going to be happy. I knew he wanted me to do something legal, but he made more money in a day than most people made in a week.


Lost in my thoughts I looked up, as I realised I was almost home. Then I stopped dead in my tracks, staring at my house. My house surrounded by cops. Not just any cops either, Feds. FBI agents in there labelled bullet proof vests. What the fuck was going on?

I quickly crouched behind one of the neighbours cars, peering at the house, trying to figure out what to do next.

Then two FBI guys walked out the door with my dad. His hands cuffed behind his back.

He saw me. How the hell he saw me when the Feds didn’t I’ll never know, but he shot me a look. He’d always said that if I ever came home and there were cops outside the house, to leg it.

I felt tears pool in my eyes, I didn’t know if I’d ever see my dad again. Unless this was a big mistake. I somehow felt in my gut that it wasn’t.


The Feds must have realised something was going on, because suddenly all eyes were on me.

“Hey you!” one of them yelled, as he started to run towards me.

I ran. I hated sports at school, but I was damn good at them. I could run fast, and was a good hurdler. I never thought I’d be putting my time on the training field at school to good use, but I did now.

I sprinted down the street, then down one of the side alleys. Climbed over the fence and down another alley until I was in the next block. I still didn’t stop. I kept running as though all the hounds of hell were after me.

If my dad was going down, then I would be on my own. I’d end up in the foster system, or worse.


When I finally stopped I must have been about five or six blocks from my house. It had started to rain. All I had were the clothes that I was wearing, five dollars in my pocket and my phone. I didn’t even have a jacket. What the hell was I going to do now. I didn’t make friends easily, so I had no girlfriends who I could call to put me up for the night.

I couldn’t go back home.

I wrapped my arms around my body in an attempt to keep warm, as the rain got heavier.

Think Rosie, I scolded myself.

Then I remembered what my dad had said...Uncle Daniel.


Uncle Daniel wasn’t a real uncle. Just a friend of my dads. My dad trusted him, well he used to. I had seen him several times when I was growing up.

I was only five the first time he came round for dinner. Where dad used to call me his little princess, Uncle Daniel would call me his kitten, and the nickname stuck.

I hadn’t seen him for about five years. I wasn’t sure why he stopped coming round, and I didn’t ask. Dad got involved with other people business wise, and when he had them round he always told me to make myself scarce. He never did when Uncle Daniel came around.

Then a couple of weeks ago -


Something about my dad had seemed a little off. I couldn’t put my finger on it. When I asked him if he was ok, he’d nodded and smiled. I could tell the smile was forced. It reached his lips but not his eyes.

Then he looked at me seriously.

If anything happens to me Princess, I want you to contact your Uncle Daniel.”

He grabbed my phone, and put in a number into it.

Is everything ok daddy?” I asked.

He smiled again, “course, c’mon lets go get ice-cream.”

I had nodded and smiled, I could always be distracted by ice-cream.


After that, everything was normal again. Until today.

I pulled my phone from my back pocket, and opened the contacts list. I stared at the number my dad had put into the phone. I hadn’t seen him for five years. Would he even remember who I was. Back then I was a cute little kid, now I was a grumpy teenager. I sighed, and put my phone back in my pocket. Now wasn’t the time to call a virtual stranger. I would work something out, I usually did.


I shoved my hands back in my pockets, and felt the five dollar bill in my pocket. I could at least buy some food, then find somewhere to sleep tonight. Then I could rethink my options in the morning.

I looked around, and saw a mini-mart, so headed in there.

Ten minutes later I came out with a bottle of water, a sandwich and a bar of chocolate. I still had a couple of dollars left. I guess I could keep those for emergencies. Maybe the Feds would be gone by the morning. In the meantime I headed towards the more residential area. There were always houses for sale, plenty of them empty. I’d just find one to squat in tonight.


It didn’t take long until I found a small property, which had a for lease sign on the outside. It looked in a pretty bad state of repair, so I figured it would be a fairly safe place to break in to. Some of the windows were boarded up, so I jumped over the fence, and went into the backyard. The backdoor was the usual, with panes of glass in the bottom and in the top. I found a stone in the back yard, and used it to break the glass in the door. Reaching in, I flicked the lock and opened the door. There was no alarm system which didn’t surprise me. The place was too ramshackle for that.

I quickly looked around. It looked like I might have struck lucky. The place was a mess. No one had been in yet to clean out the previous tenants crap. I turned the tap in the kitchen. There was a clunk, but no water. I guessed they’d disconnected the utilities. At least it was dry. Next I checked out the bedrooms, they were all empty. I’d hoped maybe there would be an old mattress, or a blanket left behind, but no such luck. I guessed it would be the floor. I sat down and ate the food I had bought, listening out for any trouble. When there wasn’t any sign of anyone else, I laid down on the floor, using my arm as a pillow I tried to get some sleep.

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