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working with different people, taking on different jobs. He loved the diversity but above all he longed for the precipitous carnage he could cause; holding that supremacy over another person.
    It ate away at him if it had been too long.
    As much as he had shown the man, who thought he could shag his girls and not pay for the privilege, just how pissed off and offended he was, he secretly buzzed on the fact it had happened. It had been too long and now he had a slight taste of it again he wanted more.
    Sean Fergus wanted a hell of a lot more; his whole body craving to feel that rush of pre-eminence and domination again.

    Chapter 3
    Ginnie was waiting outside the children’s home she was presently staying at and Sean was two hours late in picking her up. She looked what she was; another homeless teenager who had been in and out of care homes all their life. Her clothes, although in good condition, were hand- me-downs from previous unwanted kids. The fl owery chiff on blouse was slightly too big for her slight, not yet fully matured body and the short denim skirt hung from her developing hips.
    She wore far too much make up for her age, her pretty childlike face revealing the innocence and naivety she held, disguising the fact she had just become an adult. The only feature that set her apart from the rest of the duplicate ‘care-home kids’ was the fi re-cracking red of her hair.
    The home itself was made up of two houses, originally built as private properties; its facade was classically Georgian, dating back to 1750. The characteristic and distinctive square and symmetrical shape revealed the precipitous beauty and size of the building. The pillars in the front of the house, which gave the building an air of importance and official-ness, were added much later, when it was converted into one. A panelled front door took centre place and the sash window frames gleamed in the twilight haze. The driveway was still scattered with dead leaves. They were piled high on both edges, all the way along to the twin iron gates, which were guarded by two gigantic oak trees on either side. The overhanging branches provided privacy from the busy main road and the vast girth of the trunks made ideal hiding places, as Ginnie had discovered.
    They were perfect to stand behind and not be seen by the house or by the road and, as she was way past her curfew, being able to hide was unquestionably a benefit. The house was comprised of a library, a lounge, a games room, kitchen and dining areas. There were five single bedrooms and three shared ones.
    She had a single bedroom, due to her age. There were eight of them in the home, aged between four and eighteen.
    Some children were there for a short time, while others stayed longer.
    She moved around a lot but had been at this one for about three months, which was a record. Normally she only lasted a few weeks before she was moved on somewhere else.
    In between homes she would be placed with temporary foster parents but they never lasted very long either.
    She was just about to be given her freedom. She had been in care all her life and knew the system well. She had just turned eighteen, social services were going to set her up in a nice little flat and she would start college.
    She would never have to deal with foster parents or social workers again. She would be completely independent and have nobody else to answer to. Life was looking good for Ginnie; she had a new boyfriend and was enjoying life for once. Although, considering how late he was in meeting her, she was beginning to doubt her current status.
    Her slim, scantily dressed, body shivered in the night air and she jumped up and down in a bid to warm up. Finally, seeing Sean’s car turn round the corner and pull up to her, she loosened the tense stance that had taken hold of her as every minute he was late ticked by. He leant over, opening the passenger car door and she jumped in. The relief swept through her that she hadn’t been stood