(Quick note, because I've decided to do the book split into 7 parts each part with one sidemens Point of View, it is all in order. So while this whole part happens, other stuff will be happening in Vik's life if you understand what I mean. Okay, enjoy! Also I really appreciate feedback!)

Simon's POV

I pant heavily, heart racing. My footsteps pound into the dark night, and the floor is damp from earlier.

"Fucking twat! Get back here, Kid!" I hear one of them yell.

I dodge quickly to the side as they start throwing rocks. The things I fucking do for money. I run inside of my leader's area. They can't come on here unless they want a fight. I only went on their side because it's my job.

"Did you get the shit?" He asks as soon as I step inside his shitty apartment. I turn around and he pushes me against the wall. "I swear to god, Minter!"

I push his hands of me and reach to my hoodie pocket, where the brown bag sits. He smirks as I hand it over, quickly checking to see that everything's there.

"Good boy..." he hands a wad of money over to me. I don't even have to check to know it's the usual 150.

I've been doing this since I was 14, working for him. He never told me his name, but all I do is steal things from another gang and he gives me money. I wouldn't say that I'm apart of the gang, I don't stay with them, and I'm not well known.

My family just needs money. Mum always said not to worry, but it's hard when we haven't eaten good food in months. She always questions me on where I get the money from, but I don't say anything. Just give it to her and help her pay the rent.

It's normal for me now, to come home early in the morning when everyone's asleep. Mum knows that I come home late. By now she must know that the way I get money isn't the most... innocent.

I lock the door and tip toe to bed, I open the door to my mums room and see her laying there, fast asleep, a space behind her where dad should be. But he's not.

I close the door silently and slip into bed. Put the money into a pot which I'll later give to my mother.

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I wake up after a few hours of sleep and change into some clean clothes for school. I grab the money and approach my mother downstairs.

I hand the money over to her silently and she looks up at me. Mum looks quite frail nowadays.

"Simon, how did you-" she asks.

"Don't worry about it,"

"Ok." And she hugs me. I'm taller than my mum, so I lean down and kiss her forehead.