Tattoos covered the scars of childhood…
Melissa Sloan, 47.
Sitting in the bathtub with my half-brother, I tried to keep my distance.
Recently, Gavin, seven, had been touching me in a way I didn’t like.
We had different fathers, but he was only a year older than me, so my mum, Doris, made us do everything together.
As he slipped his hand below the water and touched me in my private area, a sinister smile crept across his face.
“You shouldn’t do that, Gavin!” I yelled.
“All kids do it,” he snorted.
Jumping out of the bath, I ran to Mum in the kitchen. “Gavin just touched me down there,” I cried, pointing.
“Don’t be silly,” Mum scoffed.
She was certain Gavin wouldn’t do anything inappropriate to his own sister,…
