Harlow

Harlow's POV

Today was my 16 birthday yay lucky me. It's been just over 6 years since my family sent me off to live with my aunt. All I wanted for my birthday was a tattoo and I had begged my aunt for months to sign the paper for my birthday so I could legally get the tattoo. She had finally agreed and I had made the appointment for today my birthday. My friends Callum and Toby were coming with me and then we would be meeting up with Jezz short for Jezabell and Zara later on.

As I head downstairs my Aunty Anita was at the table with the traditional maccas (McDonalds) breakfast (don't judge we do this for special occasions). I smiled, it's not that I don't like my aunt, we just are on our own paths. She never wanted kids and I was only suppose to be here for a few weeks yet here we are 6 years later and nothing has changed. "Your dad and brothers sent you some gifts. They are in the box there" Anita said. I scoffed, yeh they can shove there gifts up there arses. I want nothing from them at all.

"You can have them or send them back, I don't want there shit" I replied. Aunty Anita just nodded, she was use to it by now. I stopped accepting anything from them 4 years ago. "I'll send them back tomorrow, I have already paid for your tattoo and here my dear is the form filled out giving you permission" Anita said before handing me the forms. "I have already gone to the shop and handed them in, they are expecting you at midday. Will you be home tonight or are you staying out with your friends?" Aunty Anita asked. This woman knew me to well. "I'm staying out with my mates" I replied. She just nodded before saying "Harl's don't drink to much please" and with that Aunty Anita took off heading to work.

It was 11am and Toby who was 17 would be picking me up soon to drive me to get my tattoo. I had designed it myself, it was a present to myself and to symbol that I was moving forward and going to free myself from the fucked up Walker family would abandoned me when I was 10. When I was younger I would cry myself to sleep wondering why my father had never come back for me. As I grew up I realised he had picked his wife over me. My mother was a nasty jealous bitch. From the minute I was born she made it clear she never wanted me and tormented me when no one was around. My brothers would try to run interference when they were around and that kept her away from me when they were home but there were times when it was her and I home and I would cop it. As I got older things got worse as my brothers had there own lives and my father was working long hours. I would be locked out of the house when I got home from school, she would lock me in the basement, she would destroy my room and clothes and would just tear me down with her words. She got physical too which is when my father decided to send me away instead of her.

I'm brought out of my thoughts by a knock well a bang on the door and I knew that was Callum for sure. That dude always likes to make his presence known. I swing the door open just as he went to bang on the door "damn sis you looking damn fine" Callum says. I just roll my eyes, Callum is a typical fuck boy. Anything with tits and legs he fucks and no I am not one of his conquests.

Callum is to much of a brother to me to go there, besides I'm not desperate. I can pull any guy I want not to toot my own horn, but I got good genes. I'm 5ft 6, I have curves in all the right places, an hour glass figure my aunt says. I have long brown hair which thankfully grew thicker after my mum hacked at it when I was 10 leaving me with a hideous bob cut. I have green eyes and a button nose with high cheek bones. I look like Aunt Anita which is my fathers side of the family and I am lucky that my skin is blemish free. I do have some freckles across my nose from all the time I spend in the sun which also helps my skin giving me a nice golden colour. "Finished checking me out Cal" I ask him. "Nope turn, need to see that bubble butt in them jeans" Callum replies so I turn giving him a view of my arse before shaking it for him. "Ok now I'm done" he says and I just laugh.

We head to the car and Toby screams "Happy birthday Harl's". "Thanks Toby" I reply sliding into the back seat of his jeep. Toby is the first friend I made when moving here and knows everything about my family. He is my best friend and I would say I trust him with my life. He has literally saved my life a few times when I have drunk to much being the responsible guy he is. He was the one to always call for help or the mother hen of the friend group. We told each other everything so I knew all about his brother being in prison for fraud and dealing . I even went to court with Toby for support when his brother was sentenced. His mum thought we were dating for a while which we laughed about, don't get me wrong he is a great guy but I don't want to risk losing my mate when things don't work out. I pulled Toby out of a hole when his brother died in prison just like he pulled me out do a hole when I realised my family wasn't coming back for me.

"You crashing at mine tonight Harl's" Toby asked pulling me out of my thoughts. "Yeh Tob's so no pussy for you" I laughed out. Callum laughed too where as Toby was quick with his come back "I could just do yours, you know you want it". I stopped laughing "not cool Toby" I replied. "Oh that's right our little Harlow is still a virgin, don't taint her virgin ears Toby" Callum replied. "Fuck off Callum" I replied. Yes I was technically a virgin but I had fooled around with someone. Before things went to far I found out he was cheating on me. Toby whacked Callum on the back of his head before saying "where here, you ready for this Harl's?", "yep" I replied before stepping out of the car and heading towards the tattoo shop ready to start my new life free from my old life.