Joey hated his life

From the constant shitty home life, him working himself to the bone, to school and exams, his mam as quiet as a mouse, his siblings who he’s vowed to protect. The fact his father knows his paydays and takes his money to piss it up the wall on alcohol, to then come home and take his anger out on Joey. It’s a constant cycle, one he knows he won’t ever be able to get out of

He was struggling more and more, he worked more to get more money to keep his family afloat, but it was never enough. By the end of the month he was hardly eating so just his siblings could have a meal

He had turned to drugs, Shane Holland supplying them and Joey constantly going back for more. He couldn’t stop, it was an escape for him. He refused to admit he was addicted, it wasn’t a problem, he could stop when he wanted

When Shane offered a job to Joey, he couldn’t refuse. Selling drugs for him. A runner, the lowest of the low, but still get paid a decent cut. Joey Lynch was a drug dealer under Shane, everyone at BCS knew it, but no one knew why he did it

It was a Friday, the usual scene, a party at someone’s house whose parents had gone away for the weekend. Joey was sat on the coach, spliff in hand as his eyes scanning the crowd and then when he saw her

With her long hair, curled into ringlets, her perfect makeup and killer body. She was wearing some jeans and a low cut cropped black top and it looks incredible on her. She was the vision of an angel, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.