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Lying awake until the birds began singing in the early morning, Lacey loved listening to them, it was always so peaceful that time of the day. Beginning to feel hungry she nudged Jack to wake him, he yawned and wrapped his arm around her.

Lacey snuggled into him and gently stroked his beard. “One day I’m gonna buy some razors and shave this thing off in your sleep,” she teased.

“Why on earth would you want to do that?” He stretched his aching body and playfully squashed her face on the floor with his outstretched arm.

Lacey laughed and pushed his arm off her face, lay her head on his shoulder and gazed up at him. “Well, the first reason is, it tickles my face when I’m trying to sleep and reason two.” She paused and grinned. “I’d get to see how ugly your face is.”

Jack looked at her with mock shock and laughed. “Really, well I already know how ugly your face is, so can you please stop shaving and grow your beard back to cover it.”

Lacey straddled over him. “Aww but you love my ugly face.” She grabbed his face and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

Jack dug his fingers into her ribs and began to tickle her. “Too damn right, I love your ugly face.”

Lacey squealed with laughter, and tried to fight him off but he was too strong. She threw herself off him and lay on the grass gasping for breath. Jack lay on top of her, gazed into her eyes and gently kissed her on the lips. Lacey’s heart raced, Jack may be her best friend but she loved him. They began to passionately kiss and roll around the grass. Lacey couldn’t help but think there was something different about the way Jack was kissing her, it was with more passion. Was he finally going to give in so they could have a proper relationship?

Then Jack did what he always did, he pulled away. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” He rolled off her and lay on his back with his arm over his face.

Lacey shook her head as tears slowly filled her eyes, what the hell was his problem? She first met Jack when he had been living rough in her area for six months. They became friends after they had argued over a sleeping spot. It was her spot that he had taken, she dragged him onto the pavement while he was still inside his sleeping bag. Their arguing caught the attention of the police so they had to grab their things and run. By the time they had finished running through the city to get away from the police they were laughing at the situation and apologised to each other.

Lacey introduced him to the other homeless people and showed him the places that they hung around in the day time. They were not allowed to hang around the city centre, if they were seen they would be thrown out unless they were going to work.

Lacey and Jack both had jobs at places that took advantage of their homeless situation and payed them less than the minimum wage. Lacey would buy them food and essentials while Jack would spend his money on tobacco and cheap wine, he would drink it most days and would often get picked up by the police and left to sober up in the cells overnight. A few of her homeless friends didn’t like Jack much, they thought he was selfish but Lacey didn’t care, she loved him.

They always kissed and had come very close to sleeping with each other but it was always Jack that pulled away at the last minute and said that they couldn’t go any further. His excuse was always the same, he was thirty-two years old and Lacey was nineteen, he thought he was too old for her.


Jack and Lacey rolled their sleeping bags up and walked to the early morning café, that was the place where most of the homeless people met up. They would always spend mornings together there; the owner did discounted breakfasts for them. On one of the walls in the café, there would be notices from businesses looking for workers, all the work advertised was low pay but at least some of them could work for a few days and have money for food or drugs. Lacey had only ever smoked cannabis but never taken anything harder, she always stayed clear from it, she had seen too many of her friends easily fall into that scene and watched them deteriorate and some of them die. She wanted to survive and try and make something of herself but there was no opportunity to do that. Lacey had now accepted that this was her way of life and carried on the best way she could.

Lacey had some money from the night before from work so was treating Jack to something to eat. While sitting eating breakfast together, the café was buzzing with gossip of a murder across the city the previous night, the man that was murdered was the regular drug dealer that came into the café every day to sort the addicts out with their daily fix.

Lacey nervously looked across the table at Jack. “I didn’t realise it was Champ last night in the alley.” She whispered.

“Keep your mouth shut!” Jack snapped.

Lacey was just about to snap back at him when she noticed Rachael, one of the waitresses from where she worked enter the café. Everyone stopped talking and stared at her, a well-groomed female in the café was a sight no one ever saw in there. Rachael nervously looked around the café, when she saw Lacey, she ran across to her smiling.

Lacey rolled her eyes and groaned, she didn’t like Racheal.

Racheal sat next to her. “Lacey my sweet friend.” she squeaked in her usual high pitch voice as she wrapped her arm around her.

Lacey cringed and pulled away from her, Racheal only called people friend when she wanted something from them. “What do you want Racheal?”

Racheal paused for a second, her attention had briefly turned to Jack who had just smiled at her, she screwed her face up at him and shuddered. “Lacey will you please work my shift tonight?” She opened her purse and took out twenty pounds and placed it on the table. “I’ve got a very important date tonight and I just can’t miss it. I can’t go unless I can get someone to cover me. I’ve told Mike that you will do it for me.”

Lacey choked on her coffee. “Why are you asking me? You know I don’t have the clothes to do it?”

Racheal giggled. “I thought of you because I guess you are about my size, you can wear my clothes, I have a changing room and there’s plenty of makeup you can use.” She paused for a second and tilted her head to one side. “Do you know how to put make up on?”

Jack burst out laughing and quickly left the table to go and buy another coffee. He thought if Rachael carried on talking to Lacey like she was stupid, she would end up with a punch in the face.

Lacey glared at Jack as he walked away and she really wanted to rip Racheal’s pretty little head off her shoulders. She was going to agree to do the shift for twenty pounds but not now. “Give me another ten and I’ll do it for you.” She kept her face straight but deep down she was dying to laugh. Racheal looked pissed off that she had asked for the extra ten pounds. Lacey raised her eyebrows. “Well?”

“Ok then here you are.” Racheal huffed as she slammed a ten pound on the table and stood up. “Be there for seven, your shift starts at eight.” She rushed towards the door without saying goodbye.

“Bye bye Racheal.” Lacey grinned as she pushed her new fortune into her bra.

Jack was still laughing when he came back to the table.

Lacey was quite pleased with herself, thirty pounds was what she earned working seven nights washing dishes. She put her feet up on the table and sipped the fresh coffee that Jack had just bought her. She noticed that Jack was still laughing. “What’s so funny?”

Jack fiddled with his beard and grinned. “I’m just trying to imagine you dressed in Rachael’s clothes.”

Lacey glared at him over her mug. “And that’s funny because?”

“They wouldn’t suit you.” He shrugged his shoulders. “You’re not exactly a girly girl are you.” Jack suddenly wished he had never said anything now. The way Lacey was glaring at him; he knew he had said the wrong thing.

Lacey felt stupid now for agreeing to work Rachael’s shift, was she going to make a fool of herself? Did Jack think that she wouldn’t look good dressed in Racheal’s clothes? She slammed her drink on the table. “What’s that supposed to mean Jack?”

Jack tried to think of something good to say to help him out of the hole he was digging but couldn’t think of anything.

“I’m going for a bath.” Lacey mumbled, she felt like crap now, Jack had once again hurt her feelings. She picked her bag up and slowly walked up the back stairs of the café. Margret, the owner of the café who lived in the flat above, would sometimes let the homeless ones she trusted have a bath. Margret had known Lacey since she turned up in the area and they had been friends ever since.

While Lacey ran her bath, she sorted some clean clothes out, then sat on the edge of the bath pouring in a new bubble bath that she had treated herself to. She was thinking about what Jack had just said and how differently he had kissed her that morning when something dawned on her. “Argh!” she cried in temper, kicking her backpack across the bathroom. Jack had only kissed her that morning because she had told him that the gunman had kissed her.

Tears streamed down Lacey’s face, she pulled at her clothes, stretching them until they were close to tearing. She threw them on the floor and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror that was fixed on the wall. Lacey stared at her reflection, at five foot five inch, was she too short? Were thirty-eight c boobs to small? Was being a size ten waist too fat? She looked down at her chipped nails with dirt underneath them, her heart sunk, she was a mess, that’s why no one wanted her.

Lacey climbed into the bath and lay down in the hot water, her thoughts turned to the night ahead. There was no way she was going to look as good as Rachael and the other girls that worked in the restaurant. They all looked so well kept, she couldn’t understand why Racheal had asked her to work her shift.

Slowly sliding under the bubbles, Lacey wondered if she stayed under the water long enough, how long would it take for her to drown. Staying under the water for as long as she could, she sat up quick, choking for breath and rubbed her face, then nearly fell back in fright, Jack was standing in the doorway, watching her.

“What are you doing here!” she cried lying back under the bubbles.

Jack looked at her with his usual sad puppy expression. “I’ve come to say I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” she snapped.

“For hurting your feelings.”

Lacey frowned. “What makes you think you hurt my feelings, I don’t care what you think?”

Jack knelt by the side of the bath and ran his hand through her bath water. “Yes you do.” he laughed as he splashed a wave of it in her face.

Lacey sat up choking. “Arrgh what did you do that for?” She glared at Jack who was now standing in the doorway.

Jack couldn’t take his eyes off Lacey’s perfect bare breasts with bubbles slowly sliding down them, “Lacey, you would look ten times better in Racheal’s clothes than what she does,” he hummed a little then grinned. “And from what I can see right now, especially out of them.”

Lacey suddenly realised he could see her breast. “Get out!” she screamed, throwing a bottle of shampoo at him. She was embarrassed now, he may have had a grope of them sometimes but he had never seen her with nothing on before.

When Lacey had finished her bath, she dressed in her clean jeans and t-shirt and went into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. She didn’t realise that Margret was in there, she was talking to a tall thin man dressed in a suit. When Margret saw Lacey, she moved a brown paper package quickly into a draw.

Lacey covered her eyes. “Hey, I never saw anything.”

Margret turned away from her and the man walked out.

Margret lit a cigarette and turned to face Lacey. “Did you?”

“See anything?” Lacey picked a glass up and filled it with water. “Whatever your up to is nothing to do with me.”

Margret half smiled, she knew Lacey could be trusted. “Will you go downstairs and tell Alison to come and see me please and if anyone askes who that man was will you just tell them he was my brother?”

Lacey guzzled her drink down in one and rinsed the glass out. “Yeh no problem.” Lacey knew what was going on when she walked into the kitchen. Drugs had been sold from that café since she had started going there and she had never seen that man before. Champ had just been killed so she guessed it was the new supplier that had jumped straight in to take over. Whatever was going on there was nothing to do with her, she never got involved. She had learned from a very young age to keep her mouth shut.

Submitted: April 09, 2016

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I'm scared to keep reading. I want her to get with jack......but somehow I have a felling its not going to be that it though

Fri, April 22nd, 2016 4:37am


Love how this is going so far! I know that man is gonna come looking for her, and Jack isn't gonna be able to save her. Or at least I think!

Tue, May 31st, 2016 12:45pm


Thank you, he's definitely going to come looking for her :)

Tue, May 31st, 2016 6:10am


I hope Jack stays sweet but...hmm, wonder how the shit will go so better keep reading.

Thu, June 16th, 2016 12:35am

Scarlett Rae

This story is a unique perspective and I really love Lacey. Wonderful character development and I'm curious where this is going to go.

Wed, August 31st, 2016 4:29pm


Thank you, I knew you would like Lacey :)

Wed, August 31st, 2016 10:07am

Amy F. Turner

This sounds dangerous with such a bad element about and Lacey right there in middle of it. Jack and she seem to really like each other. Have to wonder if there could ever be anything more between them?

Mon, February 20th, 2017 6:16pm


Lacey doesn't realise what she's getting into with the knowledge she has, She knows how to keep her mouth shut and ignore things that go on around her and she loves Jack :)

Mon, February 20th, 2017 2:46pm


I remember you telling me that my story was gritty. Well, damn, yours is definitely so much more. I love the realism it conveys. And off-topic, but 38C? Those are real big boobs, so Lacey has got nothing to feel ashamed about, LOL.

Thu, April 13th, 2017 4:18pm


Thank you, it gets more intense and emotional as it goes along.
Lacey was just feeling a little low about herself with Jack laughing at her and 38 C is about average her in the UK lol :)

Thu, April 13th, 2017 1:44pm

jenny p

I like how this is moving, typical insensitive man Jack! I like Lacey she doesnt think much of herself but she seems a cool girl.

Sat, April 15th, 2017 9:32pm


Thank you, she's definitely cool and got her head screwed on. :)

Sat, April 15th, 2017 4:32pm


So, it's once again amazing how we think alike with your stories. Last chapter I was mentioning how I wanted you to arrange some way for Lacey to keep herself up. This chapter you're all over it, and it's exactly what I envisioned.

The world of the homeless is unfamiliar to me, so I'm curious in every detail of how they get along. I never considered how businesses could take advantage of them just paying them in cash at less than minimal wage. Certainly, the drugs play a big part in everything as I expected.

I'm curious to know why Jack hangs with Lacey so closely if he is unwilling to accept her fully in a relationship (regardless of age). His ethics are reassuring but unexpected. I guess I wonder where he came from and why he became homeless...his back story.

I love how you set this up with Racheal lending her clothes and makeup. That's the piece that we need to get Lacey noticed. Jack is anything but insensitive, but guys say stupid things. He will be amazed at what she looks like all made will Mr. Dark. I'm guessing he will pay her a visit about that time.

Sat, July 3rd, 2021 6:12pm


Thank you, I'm glad you liked this chapter. I know about being homeless and how most survive so it's pretty easy to write about.
There will be more about Jack as the story progresses.
Wearing Racheal's clothes will definitely get Lacey noticed. She will meet with 'Mr. Dark' again very soon. :)

Mon, July 5th, 2021 3:16pm

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