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.


4. chapter three



Gary looked out of the steamy window he rubbed using his sleeve to clear the growing condensation,“now will you tell me where were going”? he cried desperately, his brother Michael swift turned around abruptly and glared at Gary “ gaz, were just going to a place in London I swear you’ll like it and we’ll get a better place and it’ll be just us yeah I’ve even got you a place at the collage” Gary nodded, he’d heard this story four times in the last three hours, he just wanted to know where they were going Gary cocked his head to the side and shut his eyes telling himself what his dad used to say to him every day. “To let yourself down is not to let others down but it is too let yourself feel like you have let yourself down” a saying that barely made sense but to Gary it meant the world.

They arrived at their destination and Gary and Michael moved into a tiny bed-sit “temporary “Michael had whispered as they walked in. Gary began to notice something though, about a month after they moved in he noticed Michael was no longer Michael but a shadow of his former self, he rarely stayed in the house for more than an hour at a time and regularly came in high or brought back friends to their “temporary” home, friends Gary didn’t like.

Gary however excelled, concentrating on his grades, his social patterns remained low, with only a few friends Matthew Krine was Michael’s right hand man and was always exceptionally nice to Gary, helping him with his coursework and driving him to collage and back, Gary liked Matthew and there was only about six years between them. But on august the 21st 1989 Gary took a package for his brother, something he’d never done before he traveled alone across hackney several gangs approaching him as he did, he was shot at, screamed abuse at and thrown bricks at, all because he was from a different part of hackney to the rest of these people Gary was horrified he definitely had no street smarts what so ever.

When Gary arrived he knocked on the large door and a woman answered, she was very sultry and her hair was thick and bouncy, her eyes were heavily made up and she was acting suggestive, Gary handed her the package and was about to walk away felt a large hand on his back,

“Kid” Tommy maze glared down at Gary towering him as he did, “where’s krine?”

“Dunno” Gary shrugged,

“ok, well where’s your brother, Gary”  Tommy asked carefully, he said Gary’s name as if it was being sounded out to a group of four year olds he repeated the question, “ where is Michael swift,  Gary?

Gary's eyes welled with tears, Tommy stepped back bemused, “ey kid you’re getting tears on me grass” the grass he was referring to was overgrown, untidy, and brown. Gary pulled himself up “he’s been missing for a week the last thing he said is... is this package...take the package to number 8 high bird estate, herring road” he repeated it as if he had practiced saying it again and again, Tommy nodded and smiled” I like you. I don’t know why yet, but I do.” He continued...” you Gary swift. Will go far” Gary went back to the empty bed-sit Tommy Maze’s words swimming through his mind, his brothers impending fate hanging in the balance, his death tore Gary apart.



The graffiti said it loud and clear  ‘swifty high bird legend’ Gary swift swaggered past smirking to himself, after just five years in prison for the possession of heroin with intent of dealing, he had became well known and respected, apparently getting people to smuggle in drugs makes you very popular in a hackney prison. Gary knew that whatever happened he had gang after gang behind him, following his every move making sure that if you messed with Gary swift you would be dead within 24 hours. Gary’s life was perfect he had all the girls all the friends and he was making money every single day of the week. Gary’s life could not get better so at 27 Gary stayed put, didn’t have a proper career didn’t have proper relationships didn’t have any family. He just had the streets, and everyone knew the streets were his.

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