The Boy No One Loved and Crying for Help 2-in-1 Collection. Casey Watson

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       Dedication

      To my wonderful and supportive family

       Contents

      Title Page

      Dedication

      Prologue

      Chapter 1

      Funny the little details that tend to stick in your…

      Chapter 2

      I followed Kieron up the stairs, Riley close behind me,…

      Chapter 3

      I’m mad about Christmas – always have been and always will…

      Chapter 4

      I woke on Christmas morning in my usual good spirits,…

      Chapter 5

      One of the main things Mike and I had to…

      Chapter 6

      ‘I just can’t help it,’ Justin said. ‘I know I…

      Chapter 7

      We’d been sitting there together for an hour by now.

      Chapter 8

      It was the following Saturday morning and I was on…

      Chapter 9

      It was a freezing cold day at the end of…

      Chapter 10

      The end of the week saw another email arrive from…

      Chapter 11

      April had arrived and with it some slightly warmer weather…

      Chapter 12

      Sunshine, I thought happily, as I yanked open the bedroom…

      Chapter 13

      ‘Aw, Mum. Pleeeeaaase!!!’

      Chapter 14

      ‘Mrs Watson? It’s Richard Firth, Head of Year Seven at…

      Chapter 15

      After the whole issue of the exclusion and Justin’s further…

      Chapter 16

      I woke up the next morning with a really thick…

      Chapter 17

      It was late August and, now that Justin was making…

      Chapter 18

      ‘Spaghetti bolognaise!’ Justin announced with an excited flourish. ‘I’m gonna…

      Chapter 19

      Though we didn’t know for sure (and, as it turned…

      Chapter 20

      It was now late September and I was beginning to…

      Chapter 21

      ‘Aw, it’s not fair. I soooo want to come!’ Riley…

      Chapter 22

      It was a Friday morning, just a week after Justin’s…

      Chapter 23

      ‘What shall it be then, Casey, do you think? Shall…

      Chapter 24

      Deep breath, I said to myself slowly. Deep breath. It…

      Epilogue

      Acknowledgements

      Prologue

      His little brothers, the boy saw, were both covered in shit. They’d removed their full nappies and smeared each other in it, while their mother’s dog – a spiteful brown terrier – was busy licking what remained from the bars of their shared cot.

      He shooed the dog away and, gagging now, lifted both boys out, and then went to fetch a quilt from his mother’s bedroom. Where had she gone this time? Why was she never there?

      He took the boys downstairs, used the quilt to wrap them up warmly on the couch, and tuned the TV to a channel that was showing cartoons. ‘We’re hungry,’ the older one kept repeating plaintively. ‘We’re hungry, Justin. Please Justin. Find us some food.’

      There was nothing. There never was. Though he looked for some anyway. In all the cupboards. In the drawers. In the big dirty fridge. He felt tears spring in his eyes. And he also felt anger. He looked at his little brothers, at their hopeful, expectant faces. What was he supposed to feed them with? What was he supposed to do?

      Then, suddenly, in that instant of despair, there came clarity. He didn’t have to think. He СКАЧАТЬ