I’d skip school to spend my hours at Dunn’s place MICHAEL DUNN
Angela, 38,
Manchester
Stomping down the stairs, I shouted to my mum.
‘I’m going out!’ I yelled, slamming the door before she could answer.
I was 12, and Mum and I weren’t getting on.
We had so many rows, I tried to be out of the house as much as possible.
And, recently, I’d found an escape with my neighbour Michael Dunn.
Michael was 32, and lived down the road from us.
One day, he’d spotted me lurking on the corner, and he’d invited me in.
Lighting a cigarette, he passed it to me with a wink.
‘Don’t tell your mother!’ he laughed as I took the cigarette and settled down on the bed he had in his…
