It was a few days after the holiday, and i caught her sneaking in my room. She was in my cupboard, putting something in my drawer, it was a few mobile phones. She told me yet again to shut my mouth, she threatened  she would leave. I knew i had to tell someone, but who could i tell?
     It was the third of august 2009 and my mum had just ran out of the house. She had taken a suitcase, and left no explanation, but i knew why she left, and it was my time to share with the world, or at least my father.I had overheard many other calls since April, and i knew the mans name that the whore had slept with, and who had obviously left my father for. It turns out that her friends knew as well, and gave her money so she could leave. I told my family everything that i knew. Which turned out to be a lot. I knew his full name, how they met, and even where he lived.
They met on facebook...
His name was Ian Hope. The last name always makes me smile, 'hope' Its an emotion which, i believe, he abused.
     At this time, we had no money, our family was poor and we had no way of contacting anyone we knew, or indeed getting anywhere (since the bitch stole the car). As it was the summer holidays we did not need to worry about school, but there was still the matter of food. Spooner row has no source of food, no shop. So we had to find money, it was coins, we paid in coppers most times. We had to cycle from Spooner Row to Attleborough or to Wymondham. It was a hard to do every day or so, but I got used to it, as did the rest of us.