Chapter 13- Kirsty

Chapter 13

Kirsty

I sat in my room, on my bed that smelt of him and what we did last night. I was shaking, I hated confrontations usually, but with Tank, he bought out the worst in me. Or maybe the best, depending on what way you looked at it. I gazed lovingly at my new bags. I couldn’t believe he bought them all for me. I love bags. Any kind of bags, purses, handbags, satchels. I love them all. I always go in that store when I’m upset. Looking at all the beautiful fabrics, the leathers, the suedes. I didn’t have many shoes, I hated wearing heels, I just wore a lot of Converse. Bags were my thing.

A knock on my front door dragged me away from my thoughts. A sense of dread washed over me, as it did every damn time somebody was at my door. The only people who ever came round now were the bastards who wanted the money. I heard Tank open the door. “Who are you?” He asked. “Where is she?&r