Alfred's Story - aged 13(Permission granted to share, with false name and photo to protect identity)
I have been in care since I was 2.
At 11, I started off being a runner, then selling weed, then crack. I didn’t go to school and was working 12hrs a day. I never touched crack, they were all scummy lowest of the low – crack ruins you.
The gang I worked for were fair. I was earning about £250 / £280 a day. My mate got me into it, and though we had our different patches, we got to meet up together at the house. I got called in and was told to go the garages; my friend was there. He’d been adding to his own to make extra. The boss got a huge wrench and smacked him across the face with it for cheating him. His face exploded and blood went everywhere and told me that was a warning if I ever felt like doing the same thing. He told me to go back to work and I did.
A week later, I was mugged by 3 men, they took my crack and my money. I phoned my boss to let him know and he called me in to the house. I was relieved as it meant that I wouldn’t be getting a beating. He said that he understood I wasn’t trying to play him, but that I should have been more careful and that I needed to learn my lesson.
He sent me into a room and then 6 blokes took it in turns to have sex with me. After that, I was told that I was no good as a seller and that this would be my new job. And it was for about 6 weeks. The first chance I got, I ran like hell to the social and handed myself in.
I’m 15 now.