7. Chapter six: Tony
I bunked off that afternoon. I didn’t think anyone would notice that I was absent. They never normally do. My friends don’t really care if I'm in lesson because half the time they’re not even there either. So I went to my usual hideout and sat in the living room of the abandoned house. It’s pretty dark in there but it’s bearable. You kinda get used to it after a while. I knew how to get in the house. There is a broken boarded up window round the back that comes loose really easily. I took a swig from my vodka bottle. I didn’t bring it with me from school; previously I stashed a whole load of booze round the back for emergency situations like that day. I planned to get totally wasted. ‘This day can’t get any worse’ I thought. Boy was I wrong.
As I raised the vodka bottle to my lips I heard the loose wooden board from the window creak. I froze, thinking that it was builders. They couldn’t do anything to me except call the police but I don’t really care about that. The only reason I stay out of trouble is so I can look out for my dad. My mum told me I have to keep an eye on him. It's one of the last things she ever said to me. Thinking harder, I realised that the builders would have just used the front door since they would have a key. I tried to imagine who else would want to come to this abandoned house. I mean it didn’t exactly have a welcoming atmosphere. But who should walk through the door but Tasha Woodlyn, the very person I least wanted to talk to. Plus how on earth did she find me there? I didn’t think anyone else but I knew how to get into this old house. It’s one of the reasons that I picked this particular building as my alone space.