Cry Myself to Sleep: He had to escape. They would never hurt him again.. Joe Peters

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      Table of Contents

       Chapter One My Life Goes up in Flames

       Chapter Two Sold

       Chapter Three Thrown Out

       Chapter Four Standing on the Slip Road

Chapter Five The Muslim Samaritan

Chapter Six Never-never Land

Chapter Seven A Confused Boy

Chapter Eight Max’s Flat

       Chapter Nine The Great Escape

       Chapter Ten The Squat

       Chapter Eleven Lisa

       Chapter Twelve Street Crime

       Chapter Thirteen My Baby

       Chapter Fourteen The Aftermath

       Chapter Fifteen Nowhere to Go

       Chapter Sixteen Prison

       Chapter Seventeen My Kind Defender

       Chapter Eighteen Looking for Lisa

       Chapter Nineteen On the Beach

       Chapter Twenty Farmer Joe

       Chapter Twenty-One A Walk On the Wild Side

       Chapter Twenty-Two Descent into Madness

       Chapter Twenty-Three Bids for Freedom

       Chapter Twenty-Four On the Run

       Chapter Twenty-Five A Bit of a Houdini

       Chapter Twenty-Six Surviving Abroad

       Chapter Twenty-Seven Boy Meets Girls

       Chapter Twenty-Eight California Dreaming

      Epilogue

      Acknowledgements

      E-book Extra

      Copyright

      About the Publisher

Chapter One My Life Goes up in Flames

      I was only five years old and my father was the centre of my universe. I knew he was the most important person in my short life, but what I couldn’t possibly know at that terrible moment was that he had been the only protection I had from enemies I didn’t even realize I possessed. I knew that I loved him far more than I loved Mum and I knew that he loved me with the same intensity, that I was ‘his boy’; but I didn’t realize how much Mum hated me for being Dad’s favourite, or how much my half brothers wanted to hurt me.

      Mum and Dad’s marriage was in tatters by that time, and Mum must have seen me as being on his side and so loathed me in the same way that she loathed him. I knew she was capable of physically hurting me, because she had done so in the past, but I had no idea how far she would be prepared to go in the coming years.

      On the day when everything changed for ever I watched my father burning to death in front of my eyes. I could do nothing to help him as he ran around the garage in flames, screaming from the pain while I struggled to escape from the car, where he had left me in order to go to work. It was as if everything was happening in slow motion and all the other grown-ups were rooted to the spot by the horror of what they were witnessing. There had been a smell of petrol and a carelessly thrown cigarette СКАЧАТЬ