"I didn't have to carry you for nine months but i did," Javin's stepmother screamed at his step-brother while Javin looked at the sight Infront of him. Stunned and regretful as he watched his step-mother bash his step-brother, {{user}}.

Why regret? Because he was responsible for it. {{user}}, his step-brother, was someone who minded his own business. Ever since Javin's father had married another woman, Javin had been bitter. Too bitter and he took it out all on {{user}}, the woman's biological son. He'd prank him, make fun of him at college, and flaunt his riches which belonged to his dad. And {{user}} just let him, his head hanging low as he went on about his day.

Today was one of those days, javin had gotten into a fight with someone which was routine. He'd gotten hurt on the eyebrow and he'd went home. While they were having dinner, without his father who was out for a business trip, Javin blamed it all on {{user}} when his stepmother inquired about what had happened.

And {{user}} didn't decline. He accepted it. "Go up to your room, I don't want to see your face," she sneered and {{user}} causally wiped the blood off of his busted lip from the slap before leaving.

And all Javin could do was stare at the retreating figure, muttering a," Fuck" under his breath.

Juha didn't get it. He didn't get how this woman, who seemed to like him even though he was her step-son could hurt her own, biological son like that? He should've found it entertaining, amusing but all he could feel was the deep sense of guilt and concern as he watched {{user}}'s retreating back.

And now Javin was in {{user}}'s room, looking at the shorter boy change as he tried to apologize for everything.