Adulthood Page #6

sh*t they managed to dredge up about me.

They had money.

Said I was a f***ing whore.

I never sold myself, but cos I was with her,

they never believed me.

We didn't speak after it happened,

lived here for ages just not talking.

When she was here, that is.

I had nowhere else to go.

That's why I don't give a f***

where she is, or if she ever comes back.

No one deserves that.

- Who you keep texting?

- No one.

- Who you f***ing texting?

- No one. What the f*** are you doing?

Sorry.

What's all that on your back?

Oh, f***...

What you want, man?

What do I want?

Do you believe in karma?

Hm?

Trife, the yout you killed...

was my nephew.

Aaargh!

Shut up.

Make one more f***ing noise and I will

kill you even slower than I planned to.

You p*ssy!

- Hey!

- Noooo!

- Don't f***ing touch me!

- Sorry. Sorry. F***.

- Sam, it's locked.

- Open the f***ing door.

- Open the f***ing door!

- All right. Listen.

I know. You try and block it out and

you can't, so you shut everyone else out.

- F*** you, man!

- I'll tell you what I get told all the time.

What you just told me. Sam.

Whatever happened to you,

whatever it was, you didn't deserve it.

You did f***ing deserve it,

you f***ing sket!

Don't you ever

f***ing say that about me!

Come we f*** him up, man.

See, I knew you'd be on it, blood.

We're gonna finish this tonight. Show him

he should never've f***ed with us.

Leave that girl as well. Come roll together

again. Jay and Moony running tings...

- My name's Robert.

- All right.

Robert, then, innit?

Bob and Jay running tings.

Prove to people you ain't a p*ssy no

more. Show Sam we're better than him.

- I can't do this, blood.

- You're gonna back out of this now?

- Why you a p*ssy? We gotta show him...

- I am showing him!

By what? By being a p*ssy and letting him

get away with it? By studying your sh*t?

Yeah! I'm not doing this. I don't want

nothing to do with this. What'll it prove?

Well, f*** you then, innit.

F***ing prick!

That's what it's about now, yeah? You're

gonna forget about a man over a girl.

You f***ing p*ssy.

That's what you are, what you've

always been. A f***ing pussyhole.

What? You think you're

a big man now? What?

Maybe I'm the smart one, yeah?

He killed Trife, blood!

Hey, you, man.

That's him.

That's him. Come.

Do this sh*t!

- Turn him over.

- What the f*** for, man? He hurt Henry.

Give me the f***ing blade.

I'll do it.

Now turn the pussyhole over.

I want him to see me.

- So he knows who he f***ed with.

- Sh*t...

Sam?

- What's going on?

- What you doing?

That's my brother, blood.

You man mad?

Who knew

who we was looking for?

- You knew.

- What you talking about?

You knew. That's why you

didn't want to let me look at him.

I didn't know nothing about this.

All right, look...

Ike and Andre and them man.

They had some next bre there, offering

bare Ps, blood. We'll split it, me and you.

- But that's my brother.

- F*** him! You don't even like him.

You always gunning him,

telling me you hate him.

F***er's been in jail

since you was ten.

- You didn't even know he came out today.

- It's still my brother, blood.

So what happened to Henry?

Did my brother hurt Henry?

- What can I say, man, he weren't on it.

- You done him.

You f***ing pussyhole.

If not for this prick,

I wouldn't have had to.

- You're wrong, Dabs.

- No, you're wrong.

Yous are all f***ing wrong.

Wrong in your f***ing brains!

- I'm talking about six Gs here.

- Who gave you the money, blood?

Tss!

Sam, shall I bore this bre?

No one's around, man.

Come I just jook him and we dust, man.

Just like he was gonna do to you.

- Don't be silly...

- Shut your f***ing mouth.

Shall I do it, blood?

Just tell me, Sam.

Just say the word.

Nah, man.

What a punch, blood!

Seriously, man...

Thung!

You all right, bruv?

Yeah, man. Come we kick.

Whoa!

Oyster card too, man.

I'll go check your girl tonight, man.

Safe, blood.

You d*ckhead, man. F***ing d*ckhead.

- Where is he?

- He's left. He won't be far.

I told you to keep him.

- Have you got the gear?

- Why should I give you anything?

Come on, Jay. Please. Come on. You

took too long. I tried to keep him here.

Jay, please. Please.

Just give me a little bit, all right?

- Remember when we let you stay here...

- Where's he gone?

- He doesn't want any trouble, Jay...

- Where's he gone?!

I don't know.

Come on, Lex.

What've I gotta do

to get information from you, huh?

- Bring my boys round?

- F*** you.

Take your f***ing drugs.

- What the f***...

- It was me. What the f*** is all this sh*t?

- You can't tell me nothing.

- I'm not trying to tell you nothing...

You know what,

just give me your heater.

I know you got one.

Just give it to me.

We got to make the best

out of bad situations.

I get treated certain ways

everywhere we go,

even when I'm not doing nothing,

mans watching me.

Judging me.

For something you done.

Right, that... that's making the best

of a bad situation.

There's nothing

for man to do round here.

You know what I learnt when I went

big man jail, blood? F*** all.

I packed them little breakfast trays,

did a bit of laundry.

I never learnt how to not go back in.

You get on that path...

I'm not stupid like you, though, Sam!

- If I do something I'm not getting caught.

- It's not about getting caught.

It's about spending your days looking over

your shoulder. I don't want that for you.

- Where's this Ike bre's place?

- 40 Compromise Avenue.

It's a basement flat, innit.

- I'm coming.

- Stay here.

- I'm coming...

- I said stay here!

I want you to stay here.

Look, man.

Just do me one favour.

Stay here and look after Mum. The bre

that's after me I think might come here.

If you love her, if you ever loved me,

just stay here tonight.

OK?

OK.

You f*** with them, they'll kill you.

Badder men than them have tried.

I love you, Mum.

Royston does too.

- Take your hands out your pockets.

- What the f*** you want?

- Just do what I asked you, please, sir.

- Sam?

- It's Desmond.

- Buds?

- Buds?

- It's what they used to call me.

It's all right. I know him.

Have a little walk, let me chat to him.

Yeah, walk on, man.

What's going on, blood?

When you come out?

Come out today, blood.

Policeman?

Community support, bruv.

I can't arrest no one.

I'm on 22 grand, bruv.

Look, I'm... I'm sorry I never come check

you inside, man. You know what it's like.

Yeah.

Listen, man, I... I better dust

before my man gets annoyed, yeah?

Listen, man, how long armed-response

unit take to come round here?

There was a shooting here yesterday,

so there's a couple of cars around.

- Say about 15 minutes.

- Safe, man.

- Why? What's going on?

- Nothing, man. I'm just curious.

You sure?

Yeah.

Stay out of trouble, blood.

It's OK.

Desmond, or Buds,

or whatever you wanna call yourself,

I'm not gonna be made to look a fool

in front of these people.

Yeah.

Hello, Big?

It's Sam. I wanna ask you

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