I’m seating in front of Dylan. Dad and Mom seat together. Dale and Dane seat together also. Daze isn’t here. Dad looks at me angrily and I can’t blame him. Mom’s holding his hands as if this is her only way to make daddy calm.

"How have you done?" Dad started. “Who taught you to hurt a woman, physically?” His voice raises a little but remains calm. I did not answer and I just remained bent over.

"Damian, remain calm."

"Answer me, you shameful twat."

“Dad, that’s below the belt. Dave made a mistake but I guess it's too much if you call him something.” It’s Dylan trying to protect...