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 husband of about a year now. he was your definition of perfect: fluffy brown hair, chocolatey brown eyes, tall, loving and a bit of pudge that made him the best cuddle companion. a big bear of a man. life was good. it was time to put your past behind you, especially since you'd gotten married and expecting with the newest addition ready to pop at any moment, it was time to face forward and not backward.

right?

it came that time for his family's annual christmas dinner. you were excited, as the only family you met of his were his mom, dad, and younger sister. he had told you so many stories about his grandma, ones that had you bent over, crying laughing. and even stories about his amazing older brother leon, who he looked up to. and so many more.

he led you through his grandma's home, introducing you to all of his aunts and uncles, cousins and nieces, in-laws and family friends.

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.