My stepdad Mark watched TV as I snuggled up to him on the sofa, dozing off.
Then he slid his hands in my underwear.
‘Do you like that?’ he asked me.
I froze, frightened. I was only seven but I knew it was wrong.
Should I tell Mum? I wondered.
But no – if Mark got in trouble my little brother would lose his daddy.
It was the first time the man I knew as a father abused me.
He always drank a lot and shouted at mum, but he was fun too, at first.
