I own nothing. Obviously.
About me? Well, I'm Russell Owen. Russ to most people. I'm just your average bloke. I like to hang out with the guys, have a few beers, chat up girls. Yeah, I'm just like any other guy my age.
Except for the fact I have a rapist for a brother.
Something that I can't forget, as much as I want to. And other people won't let me forget it either. They think I'm just like him. Because I'm unfortunate enough to be related to him, I get tarred with the same brush. They think I'm as sick and twisted as he is.
How was I to know what my younger brother would become? My brother, my best mate Sam, turning into the kind of person that you want to see rot in jail for the unspeakable crimes he committed? Unthinkable. But it happened.
If only he'd never met that bastard Andy. The same bastard that raped my girlfriend Dannii, sorry, my ex-girlfriend all those months ago. Only when she finally plucked up the courage to tell me what the sick pervert had done to her, I wouldn't believe her, would I? I was determined that she'd willingly cheated on me, willingly gone to bed with another guy because she no longer thought I was man enough for her after my illness. I can't blame her for not wanting to know me anymore. I believed a guy I'd known for 5 minutes over the love of my life. I wouldn't want to know me either after that.
When Sam first introduced me to Andy, he seemed like such a decent guy. A bit arrogant when it came to the ladies maybe, but overall a cool guy. I certainly never suspected he was into drugging girls and raping them. Shows how little I knew. Shows how little we all knew. It makes my blood boil just thinking about what he was doing, what my brother was doing. They're fucking scum of the earth, the pair of them.
But both of them got what they deserved in the end. It's a long story, but Andy ended up dead.
And Sam? He's now rotting in jail. He was constantly pleading with all of the family before his trial, trying to tell us how sorry he is for what he did, how Andy made the whole thing sound okay. How the hell can anyone on this earth believe that drug rape is okay? Of course, Sam was only saying this as he just didn't want to go back inside. He'd been in once before, but that wasn't actually his fault. He didn't commit any crime on that occasion. He was a decent guy back then.
Not anymore.
I can't deny that I have mixed feelings though. He's still my brother, and in a way I can't bare to think of him back inside that place. But then I think of what he put those girls through, and I know he's exactly where he deserves to be. Sick bastard.
Sam may be paying for his crimes, but since he got exposed as a rapist, our sister Nicole and I have both been enduring taunts from people when we dare to show our faces in public.
Why can't people understand that we're not the person that Sam is? I'm nothing at all like him. I'd never force myself on a girl. The thought of it makes me sick. It must be worse for Nicole in some ways. Before he died, Andy had almost raped her too, and in front of me and Sam. He had attacked us, so we were unable to stop him from doing whatever he wanted. I'm just so glad Mel turned up when she did, if she hadn't then...well, it makes me shudder thinking about it.
Thankfully, I still have good friends, friends that never turned on me because of what he did. And that's what counts, right? I still get tormented sometimes, by those who are too stupid to realise that being a rapist does not run in the family. But when I've got my friends, it's easier to deal with. I know that eventually, we'll all get through this. Hopefully.