This is probably the last one because I keep getting writers block but if I get any cool ideas I’ll write more!

In the end I fell asleep anyway, I had made my decision but I was planning to stay up and tell Mr Tom, unfortunately I never got round to that. I was going to stay with him. I wasn’t planning on telling him about Dad but what he said when he saw me proved someone already had.

He woke me up about midday, I slept for ages, he said he needed to talk to me about something, he said “Willie, you may be wondering who bought you here.” I nodded and he sighed. “Your father bought you here on a cart, he was arrested right away, he, he killed someone.”

“I know. He killed Mum. He came to talk to me; he said he could take me away, that we could go away and live together. I upset him and he walked away, I tried to follow him and. And. I tripped, you found me though and you bought me back.” Everything came out of my mouth so fast I didn’t have time to think. Mr Tom nodded and looked at me, like he needed more, so I gave him more. “I ran away to try and find him, then a policeman told me about him, I was coming back when, I fainted, he found me and bought me here, you know the rest.”

Mr Tom looked at me again, with the same look and then shook his head. “No he didn’t,” It was my chance to be confused, “He didn’t kill your mum, she killed herself. He killed his wife; he re-married after he left you.”

I let this sink in, he hadn’t killed mum, he killed his wife. And I bet his wife was normal, nice kind, I bet she had a kid, and he killed her. This made me angry, I hated him, I didn’t need to help him, and he didn’t deserve it. He was a murderer.