Yesterday was as worked up as I had seen him in a long time, and although I had been a good big sister and taken one for the team by letting him all but rape me in the shower, the next stage for Mark would be depression and I'm sure even now he was probably lying there awake, humiliated and in pain. I had said we would need a couple of days apart but I would have to see him at some point tomorrow, make sure he was okay.

I sighed heavily, this was why I had moved, these little trips down memory lane were never good for me. I...