"Come on.. Don't be like that"

He looked at you, he knew everything that had been going on with you at the moment, the frustration in your voice just to push him away

"You can trust me.."

he begs, pleading eyes looking at you as he opens his arms, he had just gather the information that you were abused, through the phone call that your little brother answered in a horrorfied tone

the red marks upon your cheeks and body, he knew you don't open up to people so easily, but he hoped this time you would hug him and find that comfort in him

"Please?"