The abandoned streets of London are a cruel place to be. Not only for the adults with the constant drinking, drug abusing and pitiful fights, but also for the children, wrongly brought into this style of growing up.
My siblings and I have had our fair shares of this. We still hold the scares, not only on our bodies, but on our spirits too.
But we fought through, we won our battles. Our battles with the other children, our battles with the wasted adults, our battles with ourselves - Our self-doubt - Our unbelieving that we would ever be free and that our horrific upbringing would be Forgotten.

A story of fighting, terror, abuse and a true sibling bond beyond the ages.


2. Escape

I sat at the bus stop, a £10 note clutched in my frail hand (stolen when we were sent to buy a pack of smokes). My loose clothes swayed in the wind as I awaited the next bus away from this life. Yet I was worried, what lay beyond us was unheard of. We had been living in the alleyway for the whole 13 years of our lives. We'd never known our mother. When we were smaller, we had tried to ask the older adults about her but our questions went unanswered. As we got older, I guess the realisation hit us that our own mother was going to be a unknown part of our lives.

People walked by and gave us a strange look. I was aware that other people would look different, but their judgemental stares cut through me like a knife. Our bloody, scarred bodies and ripped clothes made us stand out in the crowd of middle-class people.

I looked over to my left, where Dayan was sleeping soundly. Our journey had been long and tedious and I promised the youngest triplet that he could rest as soon as we got here, though I warned him that he may be awoken at anytime, either to board the bus or to run away from an oncoming threat. I sighed at my little brother, it had been him that had planned the majority of our escape. He had done the calculations on the back of a large stone using a small piece of chalk. He knew how far away the nearest bus stop was, at what time the adults would start looking for us (not because they cared or anything, because they didn't want to get arrested for child abuse), how long we had. He had also planned 2 back up plans in case the first didn't go correctly. He also knew what to do once we got there. Despite the fact that we had no education of any sorts, I knew that Day had an exception brain. It made me smile that once we were free he would be able to have a good future.

Rebelde sat to my right, an nervous look on his face. I couldn't remember the last time that Rebe had been nervous. Even as he was punished he still showed a brave face. I admired his tolerance for fear, it was something that Day and I could never do, though he always said it was nothing.

I placed a comforting hand on my worried brothers shoulder. I was surprised when he didn't shove it off in a hasty action, but just looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, the top row of my teeth showing.

"You ok?" I asked, still smiling.

"Yea I'm ok Lac." He replied. He stopped smiling and looked distant. "I'm just thinking."

"Oh, really?" I chuckled at his joke before sighing lightly. "What about?"

"About what's gonna happen. I mean, I know we have the plan, and the back-up, and the back-up to the back-up, but what if it all goes wrong? What if something happens?" He winced at the thought.

"Rebe, you know as much as I do that Dayan has this planed to the fine details." He nodded slowly. "And besides, I know that if anything happened, you'd stop it." Rebe looked at me, meeting my eyes.

"I guess." He said, perking up. "I am the muscle after all!" I smiled at his comment, knowing he was referring to Dayan's plans, where he had stated that we all needed to play a part in the plan. Day appointed me leader. I blushed when he stated that they needed my calm personality and my deep thinking. Rebelde was appointed the 'muscle', meaning he was security in a sense. He beamed at the idea of being able to floor anyone who seamed a threat.

"That's my overconfident brat of a brother I know and love!" I sated, earning a laugh from Rebe.

"Your a great leader Lacole. You're going to lead us to victory, I just know it." Rebe said, a conforting smile plastered on his pale face.

"That's what it means," Dayan cut in, after just waking up. "Victory for the people."

We all shared a hug as the bus pulled up.

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