Noughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman Page A

are, do something about it. Just die or something! And if there is a God, you’ll come back as one of those ruddy daggers you love so much, and then I can stop feeling guilty about hating you.’
    Jude pushed Lynette away from him. She stumbled and fell, arms outstretched against the mirror.
    ‘Dad, do something,’ I shouted at him.
    ‘Jude, that’s enough. More than enough,’ said Dad.
    ‘It’s not even close.’ Jude turned on him, nostrils flaring. ‘It’s time she heard the truth from someone and who else isgoing to tell her? You? The spineless wonder? Mum won’t say a word because Lynette is her favourite and the only person Callum cares about is his dagger friend Persephone. So who else is going to show Lynette how it really is?’
    ‘And who are you to show anyone how it really is?’ I challenged. ‘You’re always so sure you’re right, aren’t you? You make me sick. Lynette isn’t the only one here who can’t stand you.’
    Jude stared at me. Without warning he let out a howl like an animal in pain and charged at me. I had time to do little more than take a step back before Jude’s head smashed into my stomach and he knocked me to the ground, knocking all the wind out of me. Dazed, I wondered why his fists weren’t laying into me until I realized that crashing to the ground had knocked the wind out of him as well. I pushed him up and backwards, drawing up my legs at the same time to knee him in the back. He groaned but didn’t get off me. He drew back his fist. I crossed my arms in front of me, getting in his way so he couldn’t hit my face.
    The next thing I knew, Jude was being pulled off me.
    ‘What the hell is the matter with you?’ Dad shouted at Jude, his face almost puce with anger.
    I leapt to my feet ready to do battle. Jude tried to turn back to me but Dad wasn’t having it.
    ‘Don’t turn your back on me when I’m talking to you,’ Dad raged.
    ‘Oh, get lost, Dad.’ Jude was already turning away from him.
    Dad did something that stunned both of us. He spun Jude around and slapped him across the face. Mum washandy with a slipper whenever we gave her cheek but Dad had never so much as raised his voice to any of us before, let alone hit us.
    ‘Don’t you ever, ever talk to me like that again as long as you live.’ Dad’s voice was quiet and all the more menacing for it. ‘I’m too old and I’ve had to contend with too much crap in my life to put up with disrespect in my own house. You have no idea what your sister’s been through, so how dare you judge her?’
    ‘W-what’s she been through?’ Jude sniffed, rubbing his face. It was like he was no longer seventeen years old but seven.
    ‘Three years ago, Lynette and her boyfriend were attacked. By our own. Three or four nought men.’ Dad’s voice rasped with contempt. ‘D’you remember when your mum lost her job so you had to leave school, and around the same time, Lynette was away from home for a while?’
    ‘You said she’d gone to stay with Aunt Amanda.’ The horrified words crept out of my mouth. ‘You said Aunt Amanda was ill and Lynny had volunteered to look after her.’
    ‘Your mum and I said what we had to say. Those men almost beat Lynette’s boy to death and they beat Lynette so badly she was in hospital for over two weeks. She begged us not to tell you what had really happened.’
    ‘I didn’t know . . .’ Jude breathed.
    ‘And d’you know why Lynette was attacked?’ Dad carried on as if Jude hadn’t spoken. ‘Because her boyfriend was a Cross. Your sister was beaten and l-left for dead because she was dating a Cross. And she didn’t even tellus. She was afraid of what we’d all say. So is it any wonder that she can’t bear to think of herself as one of us any more? Is it any wonder she can’t even leave this house any more? Her mind hasn’t been right since ’cause she’s still hurting. So leave her alone. D’you hear me? D ’ YOU HEAR ME ?’
    Jude nodded. I nodded, even though