"Dad, listen to me. My brother never hurt me, ever." Even as I said it my mind started to form an image of Mark in my face, snarling at me, that crazed look in his eye and blood running down his face. "It's time you learned your place whore..." he had hissed.

I shoved that image from my mind. I would not go there just as I told Mark not to yesterday. That had been terrible for both of us, but my father couldn't have known about that, no one did except the two of us. As Dad rolled his eyes I pressed on;

"Dad, I know Mark has done...