Crime Story

Sweet Revenge

“No please don’t. Noooooo”.
On a midsummer evening the moon was penetrating its silver light onto the street below castings dark shadows and creating a reflection of the town on the river. The stars were looking down on the world and swans were swimming with their love ones. The town was alive; bars were open and full of people drinking the night away. Men and women were dancing all over the streets of London, laughter filled the air.
I looked at the small town that I had lived in for two years. It was a village very unlike the town I grew up in. Donsfield was oblivious to the outside world. This was a village that attended church every Sunday and everyone was best friends with one another. There was never any trouble and each house was picture perfect. They all had a variety of different types and colours of flowers and each one was specially cared for. In London, where I grew up it was dirty and smelly. My dad was an alcoholic and my mum dealt and used drugs ...