didn’t eat our dinner we’d be beaten – and I don’t just mean a little slap across the face but full-on beatings that left us covered in bruises.
“We used to have dumplings and stew and I hated the dumplings – slimy, horrible things that made me feel I was in Oliver Twist, so I got a lot of beatings. Once one of our carers threw me against the oven door until my lip was all twisted and bloodied.”
Eating the things he loved resulted in one of the most brutal punishments for Stef and his brother.
“I absolutely love chocolate. Me and Brandon snuck a bar of Dairy Milk into the house and hid it in our attic room. One of the carers found it, put it in the