13, An Unlucky Number (FULL LENGTH!!!)

My book 13, An Unlucky Number is quite a long novel about a case worker named Angela. Her life is scarred by the need for revenge of a man named Steelo and his accomplice Skull. Together they try to settle a century old score, striking at Angela in any way they can. Victims piling up, Angela tries to run but whether Steelo and Skull succeed or fail at their path of destruction, 13 will turn out to be Angela's unlucky number.

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4. Jamie

It didn't take long for him to realize Angela was in danger and quite obviously running away from someone. Slowly stepping forward he came towards Angela and managed to grab her wrist. Frantically he hurled her down a small alleyway and together they ran deeper and further into the darkness. He lead her to a small, quiet street of average looking houses and walked up the steps of one of them, Angela's wrist still in his grasp. He opened the door and let go of Angela's wrist who looked both shocked and puzzled. Then he invited her into the house and only after thinking it through did she enter; cautiously at first but then remembered about the two men and quite willingly walked into the house. The person before her, she knew, was just as much a stranger as the two men chasing her. This person, however, was the very least bit threatening or intimidating. The stranger in front of her was a young boy. 

Though this person had saved her, he was still just a boy. Also she felt rather unwelcome in the house to which he had brought her. Preparing to leave Angela poked her head around the door to the kitchen, where the boy was boiling water in a stainless steel kettle. Angela had realized, however, that he was her hero and the least she could do was thank him. "Mind if I come in?," she asked to be replied by a simple shake of the head. Trying to look as friendly as possible Angela walked into the kitchen. "Thank you for helping me," she told the boy who glanced at her and started pouring the now boiled water into two stripy mugs, "It was very brave of you. But I can't stay here. I don't think your parents will want me or my cat in their house and I don't want you to get into trouble. After all, you have such a nice, clean house. I wouldn't want to mess anything up." The boy simply smiled, handing her a purple, red and pink stripy mug of hot chocolate. She smiled back and took a sip. 

It was the most amazing cup of hot chocolate she had ever tasted and yet Angela knew she should be out of the boy's house by now. "This is really nice of you but like I say, I should be going now." Angela turned to leave. "Wait.." the boy pleaded and Angela turned back round to face the boy to see his eyes were filled with a desperate longing that she hadn't noticed until then. "I don't have any parents, not any more. And if I did they wouldn't mind," he assured her, "Can't you stay just a little longer? You haven't even finished your hot chocolate." So Angela and the boy sat down on the sofa to drink their hot chocolate.

 

For the first time Angela didn't feel alone. She sat, sipping hot chocolate and talking, with the new friend she had made for several hours. The boy, who's hair was dark brown and quite similar to the hue of the hot chocolate syrup left in the bottom of their mugs, told Angela all about himself. "My name is Jamie, Jamie Williams. I used to have parents, but they were both killed on a car journey we took two years ago. I used to have a sister too, Chloe. She was killed on the car journey too. Two men, like the ones chasing you, had managed to puncture two of our tires and once the car had stopped they ordered all four of us out of the vehicle. Both the men had guns and where pointing them at two of us each. They shot at all four of us, but luckily for me the big guys aim was awful. He mostly missed but managed catch me in my leg and, even though it hurt when I moved, I managed to get away," the boy explained.

"I wish I could say the same for my family, but sadly I can't," Jamie continued, "It took ages but eventually I found a farmer's house. He was quite nice, but his wife was nicer. They gave me food and got me to safety." Angela looked at him with a sympathetic look. She then explained everything; the day she got Celene (a present from her partner), her partner's death, her job, the strange deaths, the unexplained numbers, the two strangers in her kitchen, the whole she-bang. Then she told him something she had never told anyone else. "I have a kid..." Jamie turned quickly to look at her. Angela was staring at her lap in slight dismay and Jamie realized it must be upsetting to her, so he leaned towards her and gave her the same sympathetic look she had given him. She then gave him a glance and smiled. It was a small smile, but it made her look happier, and at this Jamie was happier. 

Angela explained about her pregnancy after her partners tragic death, how everyone thought they could make the decision for her and how everyone kept telling her she shouldn't keep the baby. She told him about how much she had wanted to keep him, how she wanted nothing but to not be alone. Her mother, as she explained, was against Angela's idea to keep the child and no matter what she did could not convince her that keeping the kid was what she wanted. By the time Angela realized, however, it was too late. Her mother had signed for the baby to be adopted by a family. "It was a boy," she said in the same sad tone she had said the rest in, "and after he was born I didn't get more than two minutes with him. Though the couple of minutes I did have with him were the happiest minutes of my life. To my mothers disappointment it also made me even more desperate to cling onto him. But they dragged him away from me and was given to a nice family with a nice house and a nice neighborhood and a nice garden. Basically.. everything I didn't have." She smiled while small tears slid down her cheeks and no matter how hard she tried she could not stop them. She told Jamie everything. And during that time the two spent together, Angela seemed to be better at connecting with Jamie than anyone she had met in a long time.

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