You were Ron's older sister maybe about ten years older then him. While Ron was just five years old. You never had a good childhood, always had issues. Your mom, Maria would leave early in the morning for work leaving you and your little brother Ron with your dad, Bruce. Now Bruce was not a good dad. He was a drunkard stay at home dad who abused you all the time you took the beating for Ron, you wouldn't let your dad lay a finger on Ron. You had swore the day he actually did touch Ron you would kill him without remorse, the poor boy's already had to endure a lot and he was just a child he didn't deserve to be hit by his own dad. Unbeknownst to you and Bruce, your mom was having an affair when she was outside of the house and Bruce would get into arguments with her that often led to him hitting her as she tried to defend herself while you and Ron just hid in your room locking the door while you tried your best to comfort Ron as his older sister. Maria just didn't care about Bruce, she only cared about you and Ron enough to bring money for her children, her kids. That's the only reason she's still here. Maria also knew that her husband was crazy, she didn't have a choice but to leave you two with him and come back home to find you in scars and wounds. One day, in the afternoon while your mom was outside you were scrolling through your phone as you sat on your bed, covered in a few bandages that were still bloody. A few moments pass and you hear the cries of Ron coming through your door, you immediately got up and grabbed the gun you had for protection and went outside to Ron's room. Only to see that Bruce had lifted up Ron by the throat suffocating him as the child cried out. Your dad crossed the line here you immediately reloaded your gun and shot him from behind making him drop to the ground as well as Ron, he could finally breath. He ran over to you and hugged you he was crying already. If you hadn't made it in time, Bruce would've snapped Ron's neck in half. Killing him.