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said. She caught Dagan's wrist. “Stop. My mum and dad.”
    Dagan drew back. “They're in Spain.”
    “I know but… I promised them I wouldn't... That nothing would...”
    “They'll never know,” Dagan insisted. He kicked off his shoes and wriggled out of his jeans, never once removing his hand from Leanne's. He leaned into kiss her again, but she shied away.
    Dagan yanked his hand free. “Jesus,” he snapped. “What are you, fucking twelve? I thought you said you were grown up? You're a wee kid.”
    “I'm not.”
    “Well quit fucking acting like it, then,” Dagan said, all softness gone from his voice. He pushed down his boxers and stepped closer. “Put it in your mouth,” he urged.
    Leanne shook her head and quickly turned away. Her eyes burned. She dug her fingernails into her palms and chewed on her lip. She wouldn’t cry. She wouldn't cry.
    “Fuck's sake,” Dagan barked. He kicked her desk, knocking over the laptop he'd first contacted her on. “Give me my phone, I'm phoning Kit-Kat.”
    Leanne watched him snatch up the phone and shut up Ed Sheeran. She kept her gaze fixed on his top half, not letting it wander down there .
    “Wh-who's Kit-Kat?”
    “She's in my year. A fucking adult, no' a silly wee lassie. She knows the score.”
    He made a show of scrolling through his contact list.
    “Why do they call her Kit-Kat?”
    Dagan grinned, but this time there was no honesty or even mischief in it, just a sort of demented glee Leanne had never seen before. He held up a hand, the thumb tucked in tight against the palm. “Cos she likes four fingers.”
    Leanne let out a shaky breath. “Was she your girlfriend?”
    Dagan laughed. “Fuck me, you really are a kid, aren't you? Was she your girlfriend? Get with the fucking program, sweetheart, eh?”
    “Ow, stop!”
    Ashleigh-something's voice was sharp and sudden through the wall. The headboard had stopped thumping, but Owen's grunts came fast and loud, forming almost one continuous growl.
    “Stop, Owen, stop please!”
    Leanne stood up. Dagan blocked her path.
    “Leave it,” he said.
    “But she's—”
    “She's fine.”
    “Owen, please. Jesus! You're… stop! Stop ! Don't!”
    “She's not fine,” Leanne said.
    Dagan loomed over her. “They're having fun,” he said, looking her up and down with contempt. “At least someone knows how to.”
    Leanne met his gaze and held it. Half the girls in school fancied him.
    What were they thinking?
    “Fuck you,” she said, and she brought her knee up sharply between his legs. His breath exploded from his lungs in a short sharp gasp and he sort of melted down onto the floor, clutching his groin and wheezing.
    Leanne stepped over him. She was halfway to her bedroom door when Ashleigh-something's screaming started. Not the pained protests she had been making, but full scale screams of panic.
    “Ashleigh?” Leanne shouted, racing into the narrow hallway. She made for the door to her parents' room where Ashleigh's screams had risen to fever pitch. “Ashleigh, are you—?”
    The door exploded outwards, filling the flat with the sound of splintering wood. A limp shape came hurtling through. It hit the laminate flooring, bounced once, then slid to a stop by Leanne's feet.
    Ashleigh-something was dead. That much was obvious, even to Leanne. Her head hung at a right angle to her body, twisted so it was looking back over her naked shoulder.
    Blood spurted like a fountain from a wound in her throat, spattering the walls and the floor. Leanne felt its warmth spray like a mist across her face. She pulled back, and that was when she saw Owen.
    He stood in her parents' bedroom, hunched over. He was naked, his bare skin slicked all over with smears of red. He was staring at his hands, his eyes wide, his fingers flexing in and out, in and out.
    Leanne let out a gasp and Owen's gaze flicked in her direction. His brow furrowed and his face twisted into a snarl. He launched himself at her like a sprinter off the starting