I've lived 120 different lives, I've been everything from a hooker to a nun, guaranteed I was a very bad nun, I've still been one. Amen.
One of these lives was a homeless person. When I was 12 I found myself living on the streets, I ran away from home when I was 11 (we'll get to that bit later) and lived in a homeless shelter but the shelter soon closed down. So I was out on the streets sleeping under bridges and alleyways. I knew I couldn't survive like that for much longer I was starving, dehydrated and with the winter coming I wouldn't survive so I found a guy, Daniel who would give me money, a lot of money 350K to be exact and in exchange I would have to pay him back when the time came.
I never payed him back. I also refuse to pay taxes but that's irrelevant.
So fast forward a few years later I'm 15 and applying for a job cleaning for a hotshot CEO, I'm walking home from my interview, totally bullshitting my way through it, telling them I'm 21 and I walk past an abandoned alleyway when suddenly my face is being held against the wall and I hear a gun cocking behind me. Kinky.
"Where's my money?" He asks gruffly.
" I don't have it all right now but I'll get it to you, I promise Daniel, I'll get it to you." I managed to stutter out. He grabbed my hair and yanked it towards him, so I was looking up at his face.
"You fucking better darling, wouldn't want a pretty girl like you to end up dead would we? Or how about that mate of yours Tanner is it?" He says tightening his grip on my hair, his gun digging painfully into my ribs.
"N-no, I'll get you the money, I just need some time," I plead.
With one last yank of my hair, he let go and walks away. I ran the rest of my way home to tell Tanner about my little situation where I needed to whip 350k out of my arse or Daniel's gonna kill me and maybe him. I had only been living with Tanner for 3months and he offered to train me and give his savings to me but I felt guilty so I went to every illegal loan shark this city had to offer and rounded up 350k. I called Daniel and told him I had his money and gave it to him.
So when Tanner died I had to pay for his funeral and hospital bills and all the shitty stuff because the bastard didn't have insurance for god knows whatever reason, I landed in a lot of debt so the money I get from the jewels I use to pay off my debts and bills and I live off my cleaning salary. It's a comfortable lifestyle but majority of the debts I got into increased with interest over the years so I still have to pay some off yet. Who in their right mind gives a 12 year old £350,000? I mean that's just asking for trouble. Fucking Daniel.
I'm still relatively new to the whole jewel thief thing so it never crossed my mind to open a separate bank account to put the money into. So you can imagine my surprise when I got a call to come down to the bank due to 'unauthorised transactions' and ' suspicious activity'. These motherfuckers thought I was moneylaundering or shit. Not too far off it though.
So what excuse did I come with as to why there's unexplained large sums of money being deposited into my bank account?
"I have a sugar daddy!" I blurt out to the woman behind the desk. I was in an office with a woman called Hillary sitting behind a desk.
"Oh- I see Miss Gorga," Hillary says suprised.
"I apologise for bringing you into the bank for that." She apologises
"Yea, it's no problem, I should've mentioned it sooner." I say trying to laugh it off. I grab my bag and rush out of the bank.
Needless to say I opened up a different account with another bank the same day.