Roxy marched across the soil of the graveyard, her hands shaking from the tight grip she had around the handle of a spade she had picked up by a freshly dug grave plot. Her Ugg boots stamped into the dry earth, pushing her fury into it with every step she took.

She stopped in front of a headstone, her ice blue eyes focusing on the words that were engraved into the granite. Beloved father and grandfather.

Her stomach turned and the acrid taste of bile filled her mouth. Roxy pushed it down, refusing to feel that way. To let him win.

"I paid extra to have this put up sooner," she said to herself. "I didn't want him to go unnoticed."

The anger wove around Roxy's small body, it's grip becoming tighter and tighter around her chest, her throat. Her fingers curled around the handle of the spade and before she knew what she was doing, she had raised the tool above her head like a weapon and brought it down on the headstone.

Metal scraped against stone, the noise reverberating through the empty cemetery. Roxy could feel it in her arms, the sound of slicing granite seeping into her skin. "You BASTARD!" She screamed, her voice fuelled by a hatred so deep it penetrated the very core of her being.

"You did this! You did this to her!"

"Roxy," Ronnie called out to her younger sister, her voice hollow and weak. "Please, Rox."

"No!" Roxy replied, adamantly. She bit into her bottom lip, attempting to stop it trembling. She looked around herself at the whitewashed walls, the stench of disinfectant burning the lining of her nose.

The ambulance ride had been torturously slow, even if the journey to Walford General Hospital had taken less than five minutes. And now . . . here they were. In a side room with Ronnie hooked up to various drips, IV's pumping blood and saline into her frail body.

"It hurts," Ronnie whimpered, the fragility of her voice forcing Roxy to turn and look at her.

She reached out a hand and gently pushed back the hair from Ronnie's face, like she would do to Amy at times. "I know," Roxy whispered, unshed tears making her voice thick and heavy. She blinked, trying to make the tears that lined her eyes dissipate with the movement. She couldn't do this, not now. Not when Ronnie needed her.

"I can't breathe, Rox."

"Yeah, severe blood loss will do that to you," Roxy replied, her voice soft and tender even if the despair behind it was all too palpable.

"No, you don't understand. . . I can't breathe anymore."

Roxy felt something within her begin to shudder. Was it what Ronnie had said or the way her older sister was looking up at her? Like there was this hole that she was falling in to, and nobody and nothing could break her fall, nothing could pull her out of it, nobody could bring her to safety.

"You should've let me go."

Roxy brought the spade down on the headstone over and over again, even when her arms ached with the weight of it, she refused to stop; willing herself to continue inflicting destruction upon the man that had destroyed her big sister. Who continued to destroy her.

"Wasn't taking Amy enough? Wasn't Danielle enough? And the baby? Weren't they enough? You did this! Because of you, Ronnie's like that! I hope you can hear this, I hope you can hear this and I hope you never get peace. I want you to burn, I want you to hurt more than anyone has ever before, I want you to hurt a thousand times more than what you've done to her!"

Her shrieks were ripped from her throat, leaving it raw. Her chest heaved from the exertion and out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone she hadn't expected.

"Jack," Roxy stated, visibly shaken.

"What's happened, Roxy? What did you mean about what he's done to her? Danielle and the baby? What else?" Everything about his demeanour was panicked, anxious . . . terrified. Jack looked around himself, his eyes darting to the different areas of the graveyard . . . looking for her. "Where is she? Where's Ron? Roxy, where is she? Is-is she okay?"

Roxy looked at him. The man that had made Ronnie happier than she had ever known her sister to be. The same man that had shattered her heart with one small confession. What was she meant to say to him?

"Roxy, tell me! I love her!"

"No! I love her! I love her!"