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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 1

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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 1.5

⚠Trigger warning⚠

Even though many people saw me as their local bad girl along with her bad boy brother, who seemed to have fun with her life, nobody knew what it was to be me. When I came home, from a fun time with my friends or family, he would be there in my room, had made his way in, sometimes without my parents knowing, and I would go to bed with bruises. Only on my body. Not my face. 

He was afraid that someone would know. That someone would know all the terrible things he had done to me. 

Well technically not all the time. Sometimes he could be the sweetest person on earth. He would make me feel loved and important, but as soon as jealousy, anger or what else hit him, he would take it all on me. I was his scapegoat. 

And that was not the end. 

I broke up with him, in fear that I would die if I kept staying with him, but he had begged me, hell even cried for me, saying he was sorry, and he never would do it again. 

I had a choice. Leave him or keep him. I choose wrong. 

I was with him again, but it became worse. It was not only getting beated up. No, he would climb through my window, and rape me. He had threaten to kill me, if I ever talked with anyone about it. 

But my brother came and saved me. I had him on a call one day, so he heard. He heard my small sobs, and his disgusting moans. My brother kicked my door open and beat him up, as my parents called the police. 

To stop me from having to much traumas, Yeonjun took me with him, as I started in his school. I had changed my style, to not get recognize or have too much attention in the start. Too many boys at once, would kill me. I was afraid. Afraid of falling in love. 

Yeonjun had told his friends about it all, and they had treated me as their own little sister. They protected me, and even comforted me, in the start. Some of the teachers knew, and they respected my silence and kept it as a secret for the students. 

In the main time, my brother had caught me trying to kill myself, and the tears that escaped his eyes that moment, were enough for me to regret it all. Looking at the scars now, is a painful memory, but also a good one. It was there, where I finally felt loved and accepted by somebody. 

Even though it's not a couple love, it's a sibling love. It's the strongest kind of love and relationship in the world. 


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