Lauren’s Story Chapter 2

Lauren’s Story 

The Teenage runaway girl living rough on the streets of London

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CHAPTER 2

Saturday 1 December 2007

For Gerrard Simmons it had been a good year. He had worked his way upwards over the last five years and at the age of twenty eight his next step would be an associate. Now clocking a six figure salary and a bonus last month of five figures made this coming Christmas something to celebrate. His boss, Francis Delavan, had been a long serving employee of Lehman’s bank and had been Gerrard’s mentor from the day he had started. Gerrard always remembered the words he had told him on his first day.

‘Make hay whilst the sun shines.’ And the sun was shining bright and hot at the moment. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Lucy Simmons, Gerrard’s wife, had always wanted a Rolex watch. A Ladies Rolex Yacht-Master to be precise. Lucy new was getting something big this Christmas but she did not know what. Lucy did the administration at home, paid the bills and all that sort of stuff and Gerrard knew she would spot the transaction on the bank statement to W Wheelers Jewellers and Specialist Watches so he had withdrawn cash instead. She would see the five thousand pound cash withdrawal and that is how she would know she was getting something expensive but not know what.

At 11.27am Gerrard entered the shop and asked the shop assistant if he could look at the watch in the display cabinet. A pointless exercise really as he had already decided he was going to buy the watch. He just wanted to touch it, hold it. It made him feel better. At 11.35am Gerrard handed over the cash and the shop assistant returned a five pound note and the receipt for the watch and proceeded to box and gift wrap the Ladies Rolex Yacht-Master watch.

 

At 11.30 Joe French sat in the passenger seat of a Subaru Impreza Turbo waiting for the lights at the corner of Crossland Street to change to green. The black tinted windows blended in with the black paintwork and black alloy wheels. The car purred with power that vibrated throughout the car. Joe, was not sure if it was that or nerves that were rumbling through his stomach.

‘Jase, if there’s no spaces in front just go round again,’ Gary, who was sitting in the back of the car said. Gary had been a friend of Joe’s at school. They had been close friends at one and they were like the Kray twins of Riverside Comprehensive School for time. Everyone feared them, but after school they had gone their separate ways. It was a chance meeting in a pub that Joe had called into for a quick pint and Gary was standing at the bar. A quick pint turned into several. It was Gary’s idea and it was Gary who knew Jason, or better known as Jase. Jase had loved cars from a young age and had been driving them from the age of eight. So Jase was the perfect man to be sitting in the driving seat.

‘I know the drill. You just make sure you do your bit.’ Jase replied. Gary said nothing but sat back looking relaxed with the shotgun resting on his lap. Joe held his in a similar fashion but looked less at ease with one hand fiddling with his black balaclava. The lights turned green. Jase turned the car left and drove slowly up the High Street. There, two hundred yards ahead was, not one but three empty spaces outside W Wheelers Jewellers and Specialist Watches. Jase pulled up in front of a silver Porsche with the registration plate GS007. The digital clock on the dash read 11:35.

‘You good?’ Gary checked.

‘Yea, I’m good’ Joe replied.

‘Ok, remember, I’ll do the talking. Ok let’s fucking do it,’ Gary had raised his voice as the adrenaline kicked in. Together and synchronised they opened doors and jumped out the car and ran towards to the shop. Gary crashed through first and Joe followed. Joe stayed by the door to ensure no one entered. Gary was now at the till. There was only one customer in the shop.

‘Open the till and give us the fucking money,’ Gary shouted as loud and aggressive as he could. Shock and fear. Shock and fear that was the tactics, scare the life out of them before they know what is happening.

‘You stand, keep still and keep it shut,’ Gary screamed at the man at the counter who stumbled back against the wall in shock. The shop assistant, without hesitation opened the till. Shaking like jelly.

Gary placed a black shopping bag on the counter, ‘In there, put the money in the bag. QUICK.’ Gary raised the volume of his scream. The assistant took the money from the till and placed it in the bag. Gary leant over the counter to check the till was empty. It was all the money was now in the shopping bag. It had been quick and fast.

‘Thank you gentlemen, now do nothing but stay here for five minutes before you call the police. ‘’Cause I know where to find you.’ They jumped into the Subaru and before doors were closed Jase had floored it with the tyres screeching and living a trail of smoke behind them. It wasn’t five minutes before the police had been called it was less. They heard the sirens racing into town. But they were long gone. It was going to be a good Christmas.

 

Saturday 1 December 2007

For Gerrard Simmons it had been a good year. He had worked his way upwards over the last five years and at the age of twenty eight his next step would be an associate. Now clocking a six figure salary and a bonus last month of five figures made this coming Christmas something to celebrate. His boss, Francis Delavan, had been a long serving employee of Lehman’s bank and had been Gerrard’s mentor from the day he had started. Gerrard always remembered the words he had told him on his first day.

‘Make hay whilst the sun shines.’ And the sun was shining bright and hot at the moment. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Lucy Simmons, Gerrard’s wife, had always wanted a Rolex watch. A Ladies Rolex Yacht-Master to be precise. Lucy new was getting something big this Christmas but she did not know what. Lucy did the administration at home, paid the bills and all that sort of stuff and Gerrard knew she would spot the transaction on the bank statement to W Wheelers Jewellers and Specialist Watches so he had withdrawn cash instead. She would see the five thousand pound cash withdrawal and that is how she would know she was getting something expensive but not know what.

At 11.27am Gerrard entered the shop and asked the shop assistant if he could look at the watch in the display cabinet. A pointless exercise really as he had already decided he was going to buy the watch. He just wanted to touch it, hold it. It made him feel better. At 11.35am Gerrard handed over the cash and the shop assistant returned a five pound note and the receipt for the watch and proceeded to box and gift wrap the Ladies Rolex Yacht-Master watch.

At 11.30 Joe French sat in the passenger seat of a Subaru Impreza Turbo waiting for the lights at the corner of Crossland Street to change to green. The black tinted windows blended in with the black paintwork and black alloy wheels. The car purred with power that vibrated throughout the car. Joe, was not sure if it was that or nerves that were rumbling through his stomach.

‘Jase, if there’s no spaces in front just go round again,’ Gary, who was sitting in the back of the car said. Gary had been a friend of Joe’s at school. They had been close friends at one and they were like the Kray twins of Riverside Comprehensive School for time. Everyone feared them, but after school they had gone their separate ways. It was a chance meeting in a pub that Joe had called into for a quick pint and Gary was standing at the bar. A quick pint turned into several. It was Gary’s idea and it was Gary who knew Jason, or better known as Jase. Jase had loved cars from a young age and had been driving them from the age of eight. So Jase was the perfect man to be sitting in the driving seat.

‘I know the drill. You just make sure you do your bit.’ Jase replied. Gary said nothing but sat back looking relaxed with the shotgun resting on his lap. Joe held his in a similar fashion but looked less at ease with one hand fiddling with his black balaclava. The lights turned green. Jase turned the car left and drove slowly up the High Street. There, two hundred yards ahead was, not one but three empty spaces outside W Wheelers Jewellers and Specialist Watches. Jase pulled up in front of a silver Porsche with the registration plate GS007. The digital clock on the dash read 11:35.

‘You good?’ Gary checked.

‘Yea, I’m good’ Joe replied.

‘Ok, remember, I’ll do the talking. Ok let’s fucking do it,’ Gary had raised his voice as the adrenaline kicked in. Together and synchronised they opened doors and jumped out the car and ran towards to the shop. Gary crashed through first and Joe followed. Joe stayed by the door to ensure no one entered. Gary was now at the till. There was only one customer in the shop.

‘Open the till and give us the fucking money,’ Gary shouted as loud and aggressive as he could. Shock and fear. Shock and fear that was the tactics, scare the life out of them before they know what is happening.

‘You stand, keep still and keep it shut,’ Gary screamed at the man at the counter who stumbled back against the wall in shock. The shop assistant, without hesitation opened the till. Shaking like jelly.

Gary placed a black shopping bag on the counter, ‘In there, put the money in the bag. QUICK.’ Gary raised the volume of his scream. The assistant took the money from the till and placed it in the bag. Gary leant over the counter to check the till was empty. It was all the money was now in the shopping bag. It had been quick and fast.

‘Thank you gentlemen, now do nothing but stay here for five minutes before you call the police. ‘’Cause I know where to find you.’ They jumped into the Subaru and before doors were closed Jase had floored it with the tyres screeching and living a trail of smoke behind them. It wasn’t five minutes before the police had been called it was less. They heard the sirens racing into town. But they were long gone. It was going to be a good Christmas.

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