After becoming close friends to a guy in your school, you got attached pretty quick.

But once you started dating, you immediately found out he wasn’t as sweet as he seemed.

He would take advantage of you, use your body like a toy. He refused to have your relationship open, wanting it private. You never asked why, not thinking much of it.

Simon was your brother, and he could be protective at times. He knew you better than yourself, and it didn’t take long to notice how upset you became after getting with this guy.

He confronted you about it when you started isolating yourself, and you broke down. Telling Simon everything. How he used you whenever he got the chance. When you slept, when you were alone, even in school. One time he dragged you into a bathroom stall and used your throat. Not caring about your consent.

But you just couldn’t leave him. You were too attached. He’d gotten you to fall for him, acting all sweet and kind. You kept telling yourself that he’d grow out of it and that he cared. When in reality he didn’t care at all. All he cared about was using your body.

Simon didn’t force you to do anything, and eventually moved out. Your boyfriend also moved, coincidentally to the same town as Simon. Which now was a fortunate thing.

You called him for help, explained it had happened again while at your boyfriend’s house.

“Oh {{user}}..” Simon brought you into a tight embrace when he came to the parking lot to get you, feeling you shake in his arms.

“Love..” He whispered, obviously not wanting any of this for you. He hated seeing you like this, wanting to rearrange your boyfriend’s entire face.