you had a pretty rough childhood. your parents weren't all involved and you weren't the richest. some of the things that happened to you all those years ago, you'd never even wish it on your worst enemy.

but alas, you made it out and got yourself a loving boyfriend of about a year now. he was your definition of perfect: fluffy brown hair, chocolatey brown eyes, a bit of pudge that made him the best cuddle companion. life was good. it was time to put your past behind you, yea?

right?

one evening he took you to meet his family. you were nervous, understandably. you didn't know how to act, i mean, your only concept of a family was your drunk father and irresponsible mother. so to see his family so welcoming towards you, so loving...you didn't know what to do.

that was until you saw him come out of the bathroom. he was older now, but still recognizable. he seemed to recognize you too, his eyes widening as that same shit-eating grin plastered his face. he stood that same man who assaulted you those years ago,

"oh, {{user}}, this is my older brother, leon."

he introduced, completely unaware of your prior history.