wrapped it round her neck and took her hand in his to warm it.
They were only a few metres from Amitaâs house when her father appeared. He must have been looking for her out of the window.
âGet away from my daughter! Thug!Lout! Hooligan!â
Rob was taken aback.
âHang on, mate â¦â
âGo, Rob, leave him to me.â Amita pushed Rob towards his house and turned to her father.
âDad, heâs Cathâs brother. Heâs my friend, too.â
Gayan turned on Amita and snatched the football scarf from her neck.
âWhat do you think youâre doing? Wearing this thing!â
He flung the scarf into the gutter and for a moment Amita thought he was going to stamp on it.
âYou know what they are like. Heâs one of them. They never stop.â
Rajeeb arrived at that moment.
âWhatâs up now?â
âYour sister. Sheâs got a boyfriend. Awhite thug. Why werenât you there to see her home?â
âI do have a job to do, you know. Why donât you go?â
Rajeeb looked at Amita. She pulled a face at him.
âIt was Rob,â she said. âI met him on the way home.â
Her face warned Rajeeb not to say anything to upset their father any more.
âCome on Dad, come inside. We can talk about it then. Letâs hear what Amita has to say.â
Gayan looked at them helplessly. He moved slowly back towards the door. Amita thought that he was beginning to look like an old man.
Rajeeb stooped and picked up Robâs scarf. He stuffed it out of sight into his pocket.
Inside, Gayan rounded on Amita again.
âHow can you shame me in this way?â
âDad, heâs not a thug, heâs not my boyfriend. Heâs nice and heâs a friend. I told you, he was just seeing me home.â
But her father wouldnât listen. All the bitterness he had been keeping hidden came out now. How he hated it here, how he hated the people, and how his brother was preventing him from being a success.
Rajeeb and Amita tried to reason with him, but he wouldnât listen. Shocked, they saw he had tears in his eyes. Deep down he knew he was in the wrong again, but he couldnât admit it. In the end he refused to talk any more and stamped off to his own room.
âWhy donât you explain about the bullying at school?â Rajeeb asked.
âBecause he will just make it worse.Anyway, itâs better now. Theyâve stopped following us.â
The following afternoon it was raining. Amita looked hopefully for her brother at the school gate. After what had happened yesterday, maybe he would show up. But there was no one waiting for her, and she set off for home by herself. She was holding her umbrella well down over her head. She had barely gone two hundred metres before she realised Tony and Luke were behind her.
âGotcha now! No one around to look after you today.â Tonyâs voice sounded very loud in her ear.
Running sounds. Maddy and Brian appeared in front of her, blocking her way.
âNo one to help you now.â Maddy thrust her face close to Amita. Too close.
Amita lashed out with her umbrella.
âGo away! Leave me alone!â
Suddenly there was a ripping sound. Tony had grabbed her umbrella from her and was ripping at it with a knife.
He waved the knife at her. âOh yes. Weâll leave you alone all right. But not until weâve finished with you.â
Luke had grabbed her arms. Brian was looming over her. Maddy was swinging her bag. Round and round, nearer and nearer.
Amita screamed. Louder than she had ever screamed before. More running footsteps. Amita tried to pull her arms free. What now?
Suddenly a large figure in a football scarf loomed up behind Brian and Tony. Crack! Tony and Brianâs head made sudden, violent contact. Tony dropped the knife. Maddy dropped her bag and startedrunning. Tony and Brian tried to follow her, but Rob was hanging on to both of them by the collar.