Posted Fri Oct 9, 2015 | 583 Words | Tagged story chav

“You are under arrest son. You do not have to say anything, but whatever you do say may be used later in court”

That was the first few words I heard. I was almost jolted awake standing up. I felt as though I had slept for… an eternity. I felt naked, and my trousers were down. In fact, they weren’t even my trousers or even shoes. I felt something on my head, a cap or something? I don’t even own any hats, why would I be wearing a hat.

Was I even still alive? It sure felt like it when I felt the cuffs around my wrists and being taken to the police car. But then it didn’t. I was sure waking up, in the middle of being arrested, with no memory of the past… however long it was. My body felt tired though, it was as though it was being used, but I wasn’t.

“What date is it?” I asked the officer from the back of the car, hoping he would actually tell me. He really did not seem happy with whatever I had apparently done.

It had been two weeks since I remembered the last date. How do you just skip two weeks of your life and get arrested? It wasn’t long before I was taken to my jail cell for the night. I don’t think I’ve ever been in here before, and it wasn’t going to be nice.

I heard a voice, and I was sure it was inside of me. It was just laughing at me, and calling me a ‘fucking tosser’.

“Who’s there?” I called out, hoping it wasn’t just inside of me.

“You really are a daft cunt aren’t you. Can’t even find out what I’ve been doin for the past two weeks. Name’s Gaz mate and as soon as we’re outta here, you’re not gonna be needed this time”

Then I felt it. The memories racing in. Of him burning my old clothes as soon as I had lost control. Then him pulling on the ‘propa’ clothes in that cupboard I could never open. But it wasn’t my cupboard that’s why, it was Gaz’s cupboard. I felt his happiness of finally pushing me so far out of his body I might as well not exist.

I felt the thrill of him drinking lager, dirty cheap lager and starting fights. In fact, my face felt a little bruised. I felt him taking my body, or his body, to the gym. Working out so hard, the muscles started to fill in quite nicely. Then I felt the pain of the tattoo, I checked and I saw the small England flag and I knew he was planning more.

I wasn’t needed anymore. Once I found my ID from my place, answered their questions. Obviously I had nothing to do with anything they said, it was Gaz who did it all. They seemed annoyed as they thought they caught the right guy this time, but he’d hidden away too easily for them.

I slipped away as soon as I got out of the police building. It felt almost like I was dying, but I was there a little. Whatever my name was, I can’t remember, isn’t important anymore. All of my memories aren’t there, they’re all Gaz’s. He kept me there this time permanently at such a small amount for me to enjoy what he was doing and nothing more. It was his body, his decisions and his life now.