I froze as my fingers gripped the breakfast bar, finding myself listening to the sound of groaning. Standing in the middle of the kitchen I somehow knew what I'd see if I took one more step.

"Ohhh Daisy, oh fuck, don't stop."

Unbelievably it was my dad's voice, and Daisy was his 'new' step daughter.

I knew she was bad news from the first moment I'd met her.

I had come home from uni just before Easter and mum had finally kicked dad out. When I'd left home last September to go and start my degree, the rows and arguments had been going on for most of my last year...