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Uncle Jimmy spent his days lying like a big fat pig on his couch, a beer in one hand, TV remote in the other. Empty cans surrounded the patch of floor in front of him. Her mum had often told her stories of how he’d wasted his life, how he could have been so much more. Instead he’d chosen to be a lazy good-for-nothing and sign on the dole, pissing his giro money up the wall. Or these days, it seemed, into his pants. The stench of stale urine made her retch.

She had to get out.

A roof over her head was one thing, sharing it with a disgusting pervert was another. Her mum had failed to tell her about his fondness for young girls. Before she’d moved in he’d been unable to do much about his urges. Now though, when he wasn’t passed out, he gave her far too much attention – ogling her, trying to catch her in the bathroom, touching her at every opportunity. She’d had enough of that kind of behaviour; she wasn’t going to accept it from him.

It was time to force the move to Vince’s. He’d been keen for her to move in when he found out about the fire, but his eagerness had dwindled recently. Suddenly he had lots on, friends camped round at his, no space for her. But he’d promised. And she wasn’t about to let that go. Promises were promises. You can’t go back on them.

She hadn’t.