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on the windowsill minus the broken glass. Surprised by the cleanliness I shut the door and shuffled into the kitchen for breakfast. The bloody footprints in the hallway and the kitchen floor washed clean, and the familiar squeak of my slippers had gone.
    “Morning, sleep okay?” Dad asked cheerfully, smiling as I entered the room.
    “Eventually,” I said looking at him suspiciously.
    “You fancy a cooked breakfast son?” he asked.
    “Yes … er please.”
    Dad oiled the pan and turned on the gas. Orange juice and a pot of coffee sat on the table and I poured myself a cup of each.
    “I’ve good news,” he said, briefly glancing around.
    “I guessed,” I said, and took a gulp of coffee to wake up. Trying to prepare myself what could be classed as good news.
    “I called work this morning to tell them what had happened and I would need time off,” he said, as he dropped the sausages into the sizzling pan.
    “They made us an offer. I think you will like it.”
    “Okay,” I replied, unsure what it could be. How could my Dad’s work possibly help?
    “They have a house we can move into temporarily. Plus, they will get a tutor for your home study as long as I keep working,” he added.
    “Why?” I asked. It all seemed too good to be true; there must be a catch.
    “When your exams are finished they want us to move to London for a new job. My research is very important apparently. They can’t afford to have me away from work.”
    I sat in stunned silence trying to understand. I drank more coffee trying to wake up and process the information. I had no idea Dad’s work carried that much importance. I never really thought about it before, and I knew not to ask as he worked for the government. It sounded like a perfect solution, protection from the gang, and a move to the other end of the country where they would never find us.
    “So what do you think?” he asked, as he threw in the mushrooms.
    “New life and safety, or fear, there is no choice. Anything is better than this. Let’s do it,” I answered.
    “Good, I thought you would say yes. Let’s eat up and then pack. We can move in today as they will send someone around to help us,” he said.
    “Excellent,” I replied and poured the rest of the coffee into my mouth.
    I sat in a surreal daze. I had woken up in complete despair of what would happen next but Dad’s work had come to the rescue and all we had to do was move to London. Leeds had nothing for us anyway. I lost my best friend and Dad’s work was the only thing important to him. I was happy to get as far away from the gang as possible.

CHAPTER 3
     
    My first day at the college and my first year of A-level studies commenced. I had somehow been able to pass my exams and could carry on into further education. The time hiding away and home study had helped, as there was nowhere else to go or anything else to do. Studying helped take my mind off my problems and helped me forget. In maths and physics, the answer is right or wrong; working to fix problems gave me something to focus upon and gave me control over my life. I refused to let the O’Keefes win and passing my exams felt like the only way I could fight back prior to the trial.
    The temporary house was located in amongst the barracks on an army base, the research centre where my Dad worked. Located inside the barbed wire and guards posted at the gates, the gang could never reach me. The tutor, Joanna the base commander’s wife, had guided me through my studies and even taken me to my exams. During this time, I discovered the real world without the constrained ideas of teachers and authority. Joanna had given me a leather jacket and other clothes from the army lost property. In the jacket pocket, I discovered an iPod, and I jacked it into my stereo. The music blasted out strong and dark—thrash metal, gothic and rap. I had heard of artists like Marilynn Manson and Eminem but never listened to them before. The music and lyrics shared my life