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I spent the rest of Saturday doing my homework and trying not to think about what Dad had said, he was just so strange! I finished all my homeworks and lay down on my bed, I wasn't in any hurry to see my Dad again,

"Pat! I'm going shopping, we're out of beer," I heard my Dad yell up at me, then I heard footsteps and he opened my door, "when I get back we're do some more stuff on hypnotism, okay?"

"Okay," I replied indifferently.

"You've had long enough to sulk about your friends, I warned you Pat but if you wanna get burned fine. This is gonna be one of those times when you're gonna have to learn the hard way, you're as stubborn as your bleedin' mother did you know that? And your `friends` better not be here when I get back," he added and left. Still bewildered by my Dad behaviour and mention of my Mom, he never spoke of her and now twice in one day?

Shaking my head I went down stairs, grabbed some chips and sat on the couch flicking the TV remote, nothing on really. I'd never found TV that appealing, partially because my Dad constantly liked to point out how rubbish it was or how hot the lead woman was or just telling me the plot. I was only doing it to pass the time before my hypnotism lessons began.

My Dad was a hypnotist on Cragen's travelling carnival. We'd lived with the carnival until I had to go to school, that's how we'd started our current situation, although we always went back the carnival during summer vacation. I wasn't sure if we'd be allowed back, Cragen had caught my Dad and his daughter together (she was only 17), we were been gone before the night was over.

I had liked it on the carnival, all the people had been teaching me to be `psychic` since forever. Cragen was the magician and had taught me all his tricks so I could assist him, while his wife Madam Bella was the fortune teller and had taught me to observe ever since my mother had died. I hadn't even said goodbye to them, I thought sadly, I wondered if they missed me.

My Dad returned and he spent the day drilling me on hypntoism and going through various things in detail. I spent Sunday doing the same until the evening.

"Okay Pat, that's enough for this weekend. I'm entertaining guests today and you'll ruin the mood or else grow all attached and weepy when the die, so I want you to get lost for a few hours. They should be gone by midnight, okay?" he instructed waving me towards the door, I nodded as he shut the door on me.

I hated when my did that, groaning I kicked a stone and trudged along the road then smiled, I could just go the Lisbons! After all Teresa was my best friend, I just hoped it'd be okay with her. I began the journey to her house and then I noticed sirens, I felt my heart tighten and I started running, please let them be okay, please let them be okay, please let them be okay.

I stopped running when I saw Teresa and her brothers standing beside the police tape. Relief flooded through me and I relaxed slightly.

"Patrick?" she said as I stood beside her, "what are you doing here?"

"I'll explain later, what's going on here?" I asked breathless, running wasn't my strong point.

"It's Sam's house," James explained looking solemn, "you know Sam Bosco? That we're all enemies with?" I nodded.

"His Mom and Dad also take in foster kids-" began Teresa.

"Like Red John," Chris butted in.

"It's rude to interrupt," moaned Matt.

"Both of you shut up! Well someone broke in and killed two of his foster siblings, his Dad and his baby sister," Teresa finished and my eyes widened in shock.

"Hi Patrick, Teresa and Lisbon brothers," John said as he ducked under the police tape, his clothes were bloody.

"Hi," I replied feeling relief he was okay, he may creep me out but he was still my friend after all.

"We're so sorry about your foster sibling and father," said James.

"It's okay, I didn't like them. Especially the baby, it used to cry all night," John sounded so matter of fact.

"Do you know who killed them?" Chris asked.

"No, but whoever it was drew a smiley face on the wall. In their blood," John answered coldly and Chris looked horrified. I looked up at the house and saw Sam standing beside a woman who was weeping uncontrollable, he was trying desperately to comfort her.

We all fell silent and shivered in the cold night air looking around at the dark for hidden eyes. A cop approached us.

"It's not really safe for you kids to be out after dark," I recognized him, the same one on the scene of Angela's death. I hoped he wouldn't recognize me, "what are you doing here anyway?"

"Sam and his Mom came over to offer their condolances on Mom being dead, we offered to walk them home and then we saw the police tape and sirens so we have been here," Teresa explained.

"And I was at the house, I was hiding in the closet from my foster brother Ben and when I came out they were dead and I couldn't wake them up. I was bored waiting for paramedics to look at me so when saw my friends over here so I came over to say hi," John's voice was expressionless.

"You should really be on the other side of the tape then kid," he looked at me curiously, he remembered me but couldn't remember where he'd seen me, I almost sighed with relief, "and you should be getting home, where do you live?"

"Just over there," Chris pointed to his house, it was a a few house up from Sam's with a long dirt driveway.

"Well you best be off now, and be careful," he added. John hugged me suddenly.

"Goodnight Patrick and remember, smile," he smiled as I frowned in puzzlement and followed the Lisbons. We got to the house and Teresa and I put her brothers to bed, her Dad was passed out and snoring from his bedroom. Teresa got us some OJ and we sat sipping it in the family room.

"Creepy huh? Our own neighbourhood, and poor Sam, even as his enemy I don't believe anyone deserves that," Teresa explained nervously, I could only nod still wondering at John, I felt like I was missing something, something important. We were silent again for awhile lost in thoughts, I finally brought up the courage to talk to her about Angela.

"Teresa, I have to tell you something. It's about your Mom," I glance up at her expecting a reply but she was asleep, her eyes closed and her glass slipping from her grip. I grabbed it and put it onto the table, I finally decide to tell her and she's asleep!

I let out a frustrated sigh and looked at the clock on the wall, it was 11:45, wow time had passed exceptionally quickly. I stood up and looked back at Teresa, making up my mind I moved her very slowly and very carefully so she was lying down, then I retrieved her duvet and through it over her.

Pleased I switched off the lights and left, feeling extremely nervous about walking all the way home. In the middle of the night. By myself. With a psychotic killer on the loose. Every shadow looked like a hand, every noise a gunshot, I heard footsteps, there was a man standing beside me.

"Are you lost little boy?" he said placing a hand on my shoulder. My terror got the better of me, I screamed and ran, I ran all the way home bursting through the front door into my house. I slammed the door shut and stood trying to calm my rapid heartbeat. My Dad came out of the kitchen carrying a toaster pastry, when he saw me he dropped it and ran over to me.

"Pat are you okay? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you?" I was surprised by his concern as he knelt down beside me, I knelt down too feeling exhausted, "Pat?"

"I'm okay... I was just scared," I panted as he hugged me close, I relished in his rare show of affaction and my fear faded slowly.

"Good, I'm glad... Now off to bed with you okay?" he pulled away and I nodded before going into my room and climbing into bed. I slept that night but my dreams were all nightmares...