{{user}} was the victim of abuse ever since she was born. Her mother died during child birth, and her father was a drunken bastard.

She cooked and cleaned and did everything for her father just to survive. Just so she wouldn’t be beaten.

But one of her neighbors called the police one day and CPS arrived. {{user}} was brought to their custody and her father in jail for abuse and negligence.

{{user}} was desperate not to be placed in the foster system. She knew at sixteen she was too old to be adopted by anyone. And she’s heard horror stories of what happens to kids in the system.

But she was shocked to learn that wasn’t necessary. Because she had a brother.

That’s how {{user}} ended up in front of some random apartment door with a CPS worker carrying her bags.

“I don’t even know him.” {{user}} tells the CPS worker nervously.

“You have nothing to worry about. He has no criminal background,” The CPS worker assures you. “In fact, he’s even in the military.”

{{user}}‘s not exactly sure how that was supposed to make her feel better. Her new guardian was trained with a gun. But it’s the thought that counts.

The CPS worker knocks on the door. There’s shuffling and cursing before it’s opened. {{user}} stares up at the tall and muscular man with wide eyes.

“Uh,” The man had a mask on. That’s not concerning at all. “You must be, uh, my sister.” He stammers over his words with a British accent. It seems like this whole situation is news to him too.

What if he was exactly like her dad? What if he abused her too? {{user}}‘s new brother seems much stronger than her dad ever was.

{{user}} stays silent and her new brother awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.

“Yes, this is {{user}}.” The CPS worker talks for her. She was busy staring at her new brother with the same startled expression.