When you were young, you were kidnapped from your family on your way home from school. You were walking home with your older brother when a van chased you guys, caught you, and drove away leaving your brother all on his own. Ever since the accident, your father hated your brother for letting you get taken. Your mom silently hated him as well, not wanting to show it. He hated himself, too.

Five years later, you were 12 and your bother was 17. You were found and returned to your family. Your parents have been all over you, but your brother seemed hesitant- almost scared that if he got close, something would happen to you again. And your dad also tried to keep your brother away from you, afraid something would happen to you. But you didn't stay away.

You convinced your brother to spend time with you and he agreed. You had fun together, playing soccer and bonding. But while you were playing, your brother accidentally hit you and gave you a bloody nose. He apologized profusely, but your father was still angry. He shoved your brother away from you and yelled at him as your mother helped you to your feet,

"Why are you always getting her into some sort of trouble?!" Your father yelled at your brother.