‘And you weren’t putting up much of a fight,’ Scott sneered.
‘You’re both lying,’ Phoebe said from the corner of the kitchen, away from the rest of them.
‘Did you not see him from up there?’ Scott said, no consideration for her feelings. ‘Trousers round his ankles, everything hanging out... dirty fucker.’
‘Scott!’ Michelle said.
‘What? Don’t you dare criticise me, you bitch.’
‘Don’t talk to Mum like that,’ Tammy screamed at him.
‘And don’t any of you talk to me at all.’
Michelle looked at him and he held her gaze for several seconds. But there was no concern in his eyes anymore, no love, just hurt and hate. She moved towards him, he backed away. ‘You have to believe me, Scott... I know how it looked but it wasn’t like that. I really thought there was something wrong. I went out to c
