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believe it after what had happened that day with Giles attacking me. Had seeing me been the last straw, the thing that pushed him over the edge? I didn’t know for sure but it felt like it. The tears welled up in my eyes and tried to wipe them away quickly with the edge of my hand.
    “It’s my fault; if only I hadn’t ignored him. If only I refused to walk away from those gates and stood by his side,” I muttered.
    “It’s the school’s fault. They should have looked after him. They should have looked after both of you; they promised,” he replied.
    It now made sense why he agreed so quickly for me to stay out of school. It would have been me next if I had returned. I could have been lying in the bath with my wrists slit hoping it would be the end to the suffering. Giles had always been the stronger of the two of us; there was no way I would cope.
    The policewoman tapped on the door and walked in.
    “Hi, I need to examine the scene then take a statement,” she said, from the front door.
    “Okay, help yourself,” Dad replied and pointed to the living room door.
    She came back out in a few minutes with the brick in a bag and walked into the kitchen.
    “Going to need a statement, as well. I hear you are giving evidence against the O’Keefe gang. You are very brave,” she said and placed the brick in the centre of the table.
    I didn’t feel brave and her statement solidified my growing fear. She took the statement and during it kept going on about the O’Keefes, saying it was time someone stood up to them. She told us stories of how others had changed their minds, and this wasn’t the first time they tried to harass the witnesses. It wasn’t encouraging. I wanted to tell her to shut up, as if things weren’t serious enough without her acting as their PR. She finally finished and wished us good luck, as we would need it apparently. Dad walked her outside and locked the door.
    “You go back to sleep Jon. I am going to tidy up and work out what to do next,” Dad said from the hallway.
    I didn’t argue and went back to bed, and listened to the noises downstairs of the vacuum. I felt scared, relieved and guilty. Scared that the O’Keefe gang had targeted me and to giving evidence against them at the trial but relieved I didn’t have to face them at school again. I wouldn’t have to go through what Giles went through. Then guilt about Giles’ suicide attempt, my heart said it was my fault but head said otherwise. The school, the police and parents could have all stopped this from happening on that fateful day they took him from the front gates. They could have all made more of an effort in the aftermath of the accident to protect us from the gang. They all knew what would happen next, but all seemed unwilling to prevent it as all too scared of O’Keefe gang. I tried to sleep but I kept waking all through the night at the slightest sound, scared they had returned but it was just Dad tidying up.
    I slept in late, having only fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning. I heard Dad walking about downstairs, still awake from last night. I lay in bed and I thought about how we could get out of this problem but it was no good; my world was coming to an end. I knew I would have to stand up in court to give evidence against the O’Keefes. This wouldn’t end easily; the O’Keefes wouldn’t let it. I would spend the rest of my life living in fear that they would come after me for revenge, and I knew I could never stop them.
    The time hit 11:47am and I slid out of bed, wrapped my dressing gown on and wandered downstairs. Music filled the kitchen as Dad whistled along to folk music from the radio and the sounds of cluttering crockery and glass accompanied it. I opened the living room door; the floor had been swept clean of glass, and the broken window covered with wood. The rest of the room had been cleaned as well, the old dirty mugs cleaned away and the whole room tidied and dusted. The picture of Mum sat back