Chapters (88)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dear Reader …
- Also by Robert Muchamore
- PART ONE
- Walter J Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- PART THREE
- Walter J. Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- PART FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- EPILOGUE
- Discover more books and sign up to the Robert Muchamore mailing list at muchamore.com
- Have you read KILLER T?
- 1 SLASHED RUBBER
- 2 NOT HARRY POTTER
‘I …’ Julius wiped his eyes again. ‘I found out he’d been murdered on the Sunday. It was the end of half-term and I had a taxi booked for six thirty next morning to take me back to school. And I carried on …’
Julius took a deep breath and tried to get some strength back in his voice.
‘It’s hard to explain,’ he began. ‘It was like I had two lives. One good, one bad. The Hall was good. I was playing soccer and working out. Doing OK in lessons and I’d made friends who had no problem with who I was. At boarding school, it’s easy to keep busy, from early-morning swims to evening cinema club. I signed up for everything, to keep my mind occupied.’
‘That’s interesting,’ Tanvi said. ‘Most of you were in yesterday’s group, where we listed the differences between healthy behaviour and distracting behaviour.’
‘Then there was my bad life, back in Nigeria,’ Julius continued. ‘Duke was dead. My mum was arrested. Held in prison awaiting trial after Governor Rotimi took office. My little brother Gabe kept calling in tears because he was scared. Just thinking about home made me shake. I could have flown back for Christmas. I wanted to see Gabe, but I couldn’t face everything else, so I stayed in London and spent Christmas on my own.’
‘Did you talk to anyone about Duke?’ Georgia asked.
‘Nobody,’ Julius admitted. ‘My roommate, Matt, is a good guy. He asked, how come I don’t Skype Duke any more. Part of me wanted to tell, but I knew I’d break down and I didn’t want my good life at school mixing with my bad life. I didn’t want people feeling sorry for me, or asking questions about stuff back home.’
‘You built a wall,’ Alex suggested.
‘A wall,’ Julius agreed. ‘Now I realise it was building up to a crisis. You can’t run two separate lives in your head.
‘About six weeks back, things started going really wrong back home,’ Julius explained. ‘My phone died, because the bill hadn’t been paid. I called my cousin, Orisa, who lived with us. She was saying the state government had got an order freezing all my mum’s bank accounts. Mum was the mastermind of everything our family does. But my uncle, SJ, was running the show now she was in prison. He refused to give Orisa money to run the house, or even answer her calls.