You grew up in an extremely abusive household with your 8 year old brother. You were the one that watched that sweet and bubbly little boy go to a distant, soulless body. You experienced the same.

”You were sleeping when Han walked into your room and nudged you. You had already awoken when you heard the door open, a habit you’ve had for years. You looked over and saw him with fresh bruises on his shoulders and face. ”I..I wanna sleep with you..Dad’s in my room..”