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BrendaD said:
That button doesn’t do anything for me.
LOL - sounds like it bores me… It appears to have no reaction to my touch.
Oh, that sounded even worse. 🤣🤣
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How about this one? It lets you see the code… if you the three dots on the far right work, that might be turned on (you’re right, all this IT stuff sounds dirty! 😂)

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So I know some of you might have read some of my works and this story might sound a little familiar.

This is the true story of meeting M.

**************************

The toilet block that had been my home for the last two weeks no longer the answer for shelter. Someone locked the flimsy door from the outside, a brand new bracket and shinny padlock hanging from the only place I had found to fight off the bone deep chill of mid winter on the streets.

I slowly stumbled my way across the park in the dark, the ground cracking under my warn out shoes, sludge seeping inside the holes turning my feet to ice. My chest rasping with every tiny breath I took, stopping to hack with a body shaking cough every few steps.

This winter felt so much worse than last year at least last year I could drop into the shelter and get hot food. I can't go anymore, my body is to curvy now, I look like a young woman not a boy. It's already hard enough to keep the predators away that aren't homeless and don't have the time to do anything but follow me. I need to find some where safe and dry that nobody will ever look for me.

I know the first place I'm going to check I've been scouting it out for a few weeks, its a club but it doesn't look like a normal club. The clientele is a mix of all sorts but all with money. The women all pretty in high high heels wearing long overcoats that don't quite hide the collars around their necks or the leather and lace outfits underneath. The men all dressed in suits carrying packs and bags stuff full of god only knows what. They go in and don't come out for hours. The security team is the either really relaxed on the outside of the building or the inside needs them more, the only time I've seen them out in the cold is when the doors first open for 30mins letting patrons in and the 30mins letting them out.


I sigh as I make it to the street corner, stumbling my way down the road the club is only a couple of blocks away in a rundown industrial area. Far enough away from occupied buildings nobody should bother me if I take my time around the back. I sneak my way down the road as best as I can sticking to the shadows lining the same side as the club, stopping to prop myself up against a wall as it comes into my line of sight. My eyes welling up at the idea of being warm for the first time in I can't remember how long.

I shake off the lethargy pulling at me, squeezing my hands together to pull feeling back into my fingers as I slide my way around the back of the building my eyes scanning for any signs of life. This side of the building has the only windows tucked under the outside fire escape. I know the lowest floor window is sealed shut because I've already tried it a few times, but the one on the second story I managed to get open a crack last time, wide enough to slip my fingers through.

I swing my back pack up higher on my shoulders and shakily make my way up to the second floor window, clutching the rail with frozen fingers. I duck down behind the window my face pressed up against the glass, scanning the small portion of what I can see. Just a alcove under the interal stairs, packed with bags, boxes and office equipment. It looks like heaven to me.
I start to arrange it all in my head, pulling and moving the furniture to create a barrier, stacking all the bags at the back to make a bed. Yes this will do nicely.

Smiling to myself I drop my bag and open the bottom compartment pulling out my rusty but functional knife and sliding it under the window trim working the latch back and forth until it pops out of place. Now comes the tricky part leavering the window out far enough to have something to pull on, I don't want to break my knife.
I wiggle the blade under the window further pushing it all the way in until the hilt is the only thing sticking out and push down on it. I use my whole body weight behind it as slight as it is, it's enough to hear the old hinges on the window squeak as it pops out a few inches. I pull my knife back out and drop it on top of my bag my lips cracking with the smile beaming on my face.

Bracing my foot under the sill against the wall I wrap both my hands under the edge of the window and yank up, pulling with all my might as it slowly starts to move, the hinges squeaking horribly, so loud that if the music wasn't playing as loud as it was inside I was sure I'd get caught by anyone in this side of the building. The heat pouring out of the window feels hot enough to burn my frozen skin, hot enough to defrost my hands.

The gap almost big enough for me to squeeze in when the window stops moving jammed in place. I scream in my head, no I was so close, so damn fucking close. I try again yanking uselessly at the window hard and fast until my now defrosted hands slip on the metal as the window pops all the way open and I fly backwards and my head striking the rail. (you know how they say in books you see sparks and light when you hit your head? Trust me you do.)
I lay stunned my head pounding, my vision blurry my face as numb as my head is pounding. The cold metal of the fire escape eating into my back and legs. I slowly roll to my side my stomach heaving with the movement. I crawl to my bag tossing it in the gap, my hand probing the back of my head coming away with congelled chunks of blood and ice and clumps of filthy hair.

I shrug its not the first time I've bled and it won't be the last in my life, shaking off the dizziness as best I can I heave myself inside and stumble to my feet using my full weight to pull the window closed again moving it a lot easier now then before, wiggling the latch into place.
I scramble crawl my way behind a office desk, to blurry to arrange anything tonight I sit will my back pressed up against the wall as my vision spins, my sight dipping in and out to match the pain rolling across the back of my head until darkness finally takes me.


This next part I'm not so sure on a time line to give you as I was passed out it could have been hours or it could have been minutes.

"Boss, check this out there's blood all over the window." The hard dark voice has me jerking in place my eyes popping open as the room rolling as my stomach heaves with the movement.

"Shit, where the fuck did that come from?" The soft silky voice has my insides shuddering.

I try and sling further back into the dark my shoes scuffle on the floor and I freeze, my breath panting out my heart pounding as my vision waves in and out. I shut my eyes I'm passed caring if they find me now then that's it, I'm done and I just don't care anymore.

"Hello, hello can you look at me. Where are you hurt?" My eyes pop open to see a angel kneeling in front of me, white blonde hair and the palest blue eyes I have ever seen, a white blonde beard and a flash of perfect white teeth.

I must really be out of it because girls like me don't get angels they get devils when they die.

My breath stutters as I see his hands reach towards me, I'm frozen stiff even if this is the warmest I have ever felt. His hands grab my shoulder pulling me out of my hide away and half carrying me out from under the stairs to the light in the small hallway, propping my back up against the wall.

"Shit is that a chick?" The gravely voice has me looking up and up and up into a harsh dark face, the polar opposite of my angel. Jet black hair, half his face covered in tattoos and his eyes bled murder and agony.

Self preservation even in my current state has me flinching away from him hiding closer to the angel.

"Yes it is a girl, a pretty one under all that filthy and blood I'm assuming. Now the question is what are you doing bleeding all over my club?" The angel cocks his brow looking down at me, my heart flutters at the kindness I see in his face, his waiting for some kind of response from me that he will never get. I never talk, for the last 2 years not one word had slipped passed my lips. Better to stay silent in the shadows than to draw attention to myself.

I shake my head still staring in his eyes, my vision fogging with the movement as my body starts to slide sideways down the wall, leaving a streak of blood and dirt down the wall. Strong hands catching me before I fall on my face.

"Want me to get rid of her?" The hard voice growls again.

"I've got it Seth you go finish off stock take."

A hand reaches up and tilts my head upwards my eyes latch on to his as darkness creeps into the corner of my vision and I'm out again.

I come to feeling my body being carried down the hallway, I kick my legs and scream, thrashing my body and making him stumble.

"Hold still you silly little twat. I'm trying to help you." Its that smooth voice again and I instantly still. Why does he make me feel safe when I've never felt safe before?

Obviously that's not all of the story a lot more happened after this but its the best place to end it for now.
 
SinfuIDreams said:
So I know some of you might have read some of my works and this story might sound a little familiar.

This is the true story of meeting M.

**************************

The toilet block that had been my home for the last two weeks no longer the answer for shelter. Someone locked the flimsy door from the outside, a brand new bracket and shinny padlock hanging from the only place I had found to fight off the bone deep chill of mid winter on the streets.

I slowly stumbled my way across the park in the dark, the ground cracking under my warn out shoes, sludge seeping inside the holes turning my feet to ice. My chest rasping with every tiny breath I took, stopping to hack with a body shaking cough every few steps.

This winter felt so much worse than last year at least last year I could drop into the shelter and get hot food. I can't go anymore, my body is to curvy now, I look like a young woman not a boy. It's already hard enough to keep the predators away that aren't homeless and don't have the time to do anything but follow me. I need to find some where safe and dry that nobody will ever look for me.

I know the first place I'm going to check I've been scouting it out for a few weeks, its a club but it doesn't look like a normal club. The clientele is a mix of all sorts but all with money. The women all pretty in high high heels wearing long overcoats that don't quite hide the collars around their necks or the leather and lace outfits underneath. The men all dressed in suits carrying packs and bags stuff full of god only knows what. They go in and don't come out for hours. The security team is the either really relaxed on the outside of the building or the inside needs them more, the only time I've seen them out in the cold is when the doors first open for 30mins letting patrons in and the 30mins letting them out.


I sigh as I make it to the street corner, stumbling my way down the road the club is only a couple of blocks away in a rundown industrial area. Far enough away from occupied buildings nobody should bother me if I take my time around the back. I sneak my way down the road as best as I can sticking to the shadows lining the same side as the club, stopping to prop myself up against a wall as it comes into my line of sight. My eyes welling up at the idea of being warm for the first time in I can't remember how long.

I shake off the lethargy pulling at me, squeezing my hands together to pull feeling back into my fingers as I slide my way around the back of the building my eyes scanning for any signs of life. This side of the building has the only windows tucked under the outside fire escape. I know the lowest floor window is sealed shut because I've already tried it a few times, but the one on the second story I managed to get open a crack last time, wide enough to slip my fingers through.

I swing my back pack up higher on my shoulders and shakily make my way up to the second floor window, clutching the rail with frozen fingers. I duck down behind the window my face pressed up against the glass, scanning the small portion of what I can see. Just a alcove under the interal stairs, packed with bags, boxes and office equipment. It looks like heaven to me.
I start to arrange it all in my head, pulling and moving the furniture to create a barrier, stacking all the bags at the back to make a bed. Yes this will do nicely.

Smiling to myself I drop my bag and open the bottom compartment pulling out my rusty but functional knife and sliding it under the window trim working the latch back and forth until it pops out of place. Now comes the tricky part leavering the window out far enough to have something to pull on, I don't want to break my knife.
I wiggle the blade under the window further pushing it all the way in until the hilt is the only thing sticking out and push down on it. I use my whole body weight behind it as slight as it is, it's enough to hear the old hinges on the window squeak as it pops out a few inches. I pull my knife back out and drop it on top of my bag my lips cracking with the smile beaming on my face.

Bracing my foot under the sill against the wall I wrap both my hands under the edge of the window and yank up, pulling with all my might as it slowly starts to move, the hinges squeaking horribly, so loud that if the music wasn't playing as loud as it was inside I was sure I'd get caught by anyone in this side of the building. The heat pouring out of the window feels hot enough to burn my frozen skin, hot enough to defrost my hands.

The gap almost big enough for me to squeeze in when the window stops moving jammed in place. I scream in my head, no I was so close, so damn fucking close. I try again yanking uselessly at the window hard and fast until my now defrosted hands slip on the metal as the window pops all the way open and I fly backwards and my head striking the rail. (you know how they say in books you see sparks and light when you hit your head? Trust me you do.)
I lay stunned my head pounding, my vision blurry my face as numb as my head is pounding. The cold metal of the fire escape eating into my back and legs. I slowly roll to my side my stomach heaving with the movement. I crawl to my bag tossing it in the gap, my hand probing the back of my head coming away with congelled chunks of blood and ice and clumps of filthy hair.

I shrug its not the first time I've bled and it won't be the last in my life, shaking off the dizziness as best I can I heave myself inside and stumble to my feet using my full weight to pull the window closed again moving it a lot easier now then before, wiggling the latch into place.
I scramble crawl my way behind a office desk, to blurry to arrange anything tonight I sit will my back pressed up against the wall as my vision spins, my sight dipping in and out to match the pain rolling across the back of my head until darkness finally takes me.


This next part I'm not so sure on a time line to give you as I was passed out it could have been hours or it could have been minutes.

"Boss, check this out there's blood all over the window." The hard dark voice has me jerking in place my eyes popping open as the room rolling as my stomach heaves with the movement.

"Shit, where the fuck did that come from?" The soft silky voice has my insides shuddering.

I try and sling further back into the dark my shoes scuffle on the floor and I freeze, my breath panting out my heart pounding as my vision waves in and out. I shut my eyes I'm passed caring if they find me now then that's it, I'm done and I just don't care anymore.

"Hello, hello can you look at me. Where are you hurt?" My eyes pop open to see a angel kneeling in front of me, white blonde hair and the palest blue eyes I have ever seen, a white blonde beard and a flash of perfect white teeth.

I must really be out of it because girls like me don't get angels they get devils when they die.

My breath stutters as I see his hands reach towards me, I'm frozen stiff even if this is the warmest I have ever felt. His hands grab my shoulder pulling me out of my hide away and half carrying me out from under the stairs to the light in the small hallway, propping my back up against the wall.

"Shit is that a chick?" The gravely voice has me looking up and up and up into a harsh dark face, the polar opposite of my angel. Jet black hair, half his face covered in tattoos and his eyes bled murder and agony.

Self preservation even in my current state has me flinching away from him hiding closer to the angel.

"Yes it is a girl, a pretty one under all that filthy and blood I'm assuming. Now the question is what are you doing bleeding all over my club?" The angel cocks his brow looking down at me, my heart flutters at the kindness I see in his face, his waiting for some kind of response from me that he will never get. I never talk, for the last 2 years not one word had slipped passed my lips. Better to stay silent in the shadows than to draw attention to myself.

I shake my head still staring in his eyes, my vision fogging with the movement as my body starts to slide sideways down the wall, leaving a streak of blood and dirt down the wall. Strong hands catching me before I fall on my face.

"Want me to get rid of her?" The hard voice growls again.

"I've got it Seth you go finish off stock take."

A hand reaches up and tilts my head upwards my eyes latch on to his as darkness creeps into the corner of my vision and I'm out again.

I come to feeling my body being carried down the hallway, I kick my legs and scream, thrashing my body and making him stumble.

"Hold still you silly little twat. I'm trying to help you." Its that smooth voice again and I instantly still. Why does he make me feel safe when I've never felt safe before?

Obviously that's not all of the story a lot more happened after this but its the best place to end it for now.
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