‘He’d use emotional blackmail so I’d feel like the baddie’ ‘Suddenly, his eyes were burning with pure hatred’ I’d never had a boyfriend before I started seeing Cain Donald. At just 14, we’d hang out at the park or at the cinema with friends.
Cain was cute, funny and popular.
‘Your accent’s great,’ he told me.
At 8, I’d moved from the USA to Oxford. My mum Julie, 61, is American, but had married my stepdad Colin, 66, after meeting him online, and I’ve always called him Dad.
Cain and I were young, and never discussed the future seriously. But, three years on, Cain fell in with a bad crowd.
Possessive and jealous, he’d regularly grab my phone to read my texts. If I protested, he’d say I must have…
