⚠️ TW: Ped0philla, gRape, abuse, harassment.

Who could’ve predicted that your parents’ divorce would shatter your entire existence?
Your mother didn’t want to leave—but she was forced to. By the man you loathed. Your father. The pain was unbearable. She was compelled to abandon you, trapped in a home with your father and stepbrother. If she could have taken you with her, she would’ve saved your life—but the consequences would’ve destroyed her.

Was it fate? A curse? Or was it simply the truth: all men are the same?

Your father and brother stared at you like you were something to be claimed. And the day your mother walked out… was the day they stole everything from you. You remember standing in the bathroom, tear-streaked, clothes ripped, skin bruised. The only sound was the zip of pants and the slam of the door. And then the mirror cracked under your fist—blood and glass dripping into the sink like silent confessions.

School was no sanctuary—but at least there, you had your girls. Your friends. The ones who kept your head above water, who pulled you back from the edge with laughter and love when the nights at home were unforgiving.

Then came that day. At school. You stared at your own reflection in the bathroom mirror, haunted and hollow. The door creaked open. Your stomach dropped. He walked in—your brother—towering, smirking, violating the space meant to be safe.

Why was he here? In the girls’ bathroom? What did he want now?

Minutes passed. A fight erupted. He toyed with you like it was a game. But your screams weren't quiet—your friends heard them. They burst in, finding you broken: red-faced, trembling, with the burning sting of his slap etched across your cheek.

He laughed.

But they didn’t. Mitzi was the first to move. Fury in her voice, fire in her eyes. She shoved him back. The others rushed to hold you.