Dealers anonymous

Gary Swift a heartless drug dealer, who has spent his whole life in the hard world of hackney. Brought up on Gangs,drugs and violence he is considered royalty in this dark and unforgiving world. Always respected, never doubted by the youths who roam these streets.armed and unfraid.In a worlwind of events Gary has no choice but to realize this is not the life he wants and tries to leave, but once your in Hackney, you can't get out.


8. chapter seven

The street gang B.R.U.T.A.L walked over to Gary with a certain swagger in their step. Gary knew they weren’t the hardest gang around but they had connections almost everyone in the gang was related to someone high up in the hackney gang chain in some way, and the main guy who fronted the gang was infact Tommy Mazes cousin. They were very violent because they felt they had to prove something, what with all the murdering their older relatives had done?

Deans voice was a strong accent very lower class, mixed with an east London twang “ just the guy were looking for innit bruvs!” a few murmured yes’s whilst some just glared at Gary with a disturbed look in their eyes. Gary smiled looking as confident as he could; his hands were now trembling uncontrobaly, dean – without warning pulled out a rigid hammer, everyone had a weapon some had sticks some had knifes some had screwdrivers. But no one had a gun, Gary realized why this was only later, it was because they didn’t want to kill him they wanted him to feel pain, and dean began swinging the hammer side to side much like a small child would do with their lunchbox,” we ere’ you’re not doing’ the drugs no more gazza, and our problem is’..He then swung the hammer into Gary’s cheek. Twice, Gary began to bleed profusely and the shattered bone began to crack which made Gary bleed even more “what the fuck are you doin’ dean”?

Dean laughed, ‘look swifty, you not doin the drugs no more and having no gang means you could go to the police tellin em’ bout the murders, the fights,” he looked Gary up and down “the attacks... You could give in all our names all our addresses all our numbers and be out the country wiv’ all the money we give you for them drugs... You know wa’ I am saying bruv we be nicked and you’d be happy as Larry livin’ it up... asta la vica loca... You know wa’ am saying Gary? SO! Gary Swift, I’m gonna give you the biggest sending off present I could think off’ and with that Gary’s neck was grabbed his chin was sliced and he was hit in the head with a piece of wood, hard enough to hurt but light enough not to kill, the blood splattered all over the ground and all over Tom Lights shoes “ my fucking shoes” he began to stab Gary in the thigh over and over with a small kitchen knife and Rob Marcy stepped back and began to record the attack with Denzel Hughes’s phone, Gary’s knees were capped with a handgun – a handgun that one of the gang members had found in Gary’s pocket,” this guys a joke guess how many bullets e had in his glock “?  He didn’t give dean time to answer instead he held up his fingers and made a two sign implying that Gary only had two bullets, Dean remained expressionless and threw the gun into the large bins that seemed to be on every street corner “ remember Mike we don’ kill. him.” Mike nodded and shook his head clutching his own knife tighter, ”Yeah blud I forgot” he then lunged at Gary and carried on stabbing him in his legs and arms, they avoided the chest and head apart from a few kicks here and a few stabs there Gary was not going to die at the hands of B.R.U.T.A.L.


Gary swift woke up in a completely disheveled position, his hair was sticky with blood and his arms were coated with think layers of it. Gary sat up using only the strength in his back as he couldn’t move his arms, his brain slowly came to life and he looked for his phone – they had left it and they had also left two grand’s worth of rolled up notes in his pockets, his gun was missing though he remembered why when he looked down, he had been shot at an angle so Gary could certainly walk but it would be a helpless hobble and his knees would be damaged for a very long time. He shut his eyes for a few moments and lay on the pavement the sun was shining down and the street was empty it was 7am, Gary had been lying their since about 5 and no-one had helped him he also realized dean had actually dragged his body outside his small house but the windows were smashed and there was graffiti across his wooden door, Gary frowned and felt the shattered cheek bone move inside his face, that was the most painful thing he had ever experienced in his life.

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