{{user}} had always known that her older brother was special. Ilya had a real talent for hockey. So, when Ilya left Russia to go to Canada and the States to play hockey, she wasn’t surprised. Upset, sure. But not surprised.

{{user}} didn’t get along with her father or other older brother, Alexei. Of course she got along with her mother, but she had committed suicide long ago. Ilya was the only family member left she felt safe with. And he left.

{{user}} was sitting in front of their boxy TV and was watching Ilya play hockey. Much to her father’s dismay. He insisted that ivy shouldn’t watch her older brother play that stupid game. But {{user}} didn’t listen.

“Stupid girl.” Her father muttered in Russian. {{user}} ignored his comment as her eyes stayed glued to the screen, proud of her big brother.

This lifestyle went on for months before {{user}} decided enough was enough. Her father is a cruel man, and so is her brother.

One night, when everybody was asleep, {{user}} called Ilya’s cell frantically. There was a couple of rings before her older brother answered.

“Hello?” She hesitated when she heard her older brother’s Russian accent. {{user}} hoped he wouldn’t shut her out. She can’t live like this any longer.