MY rude mafia

Escape!!

{unless mentioned it will be y/n's POV}

When I reached home, I was welcomed by my brother, smirking in the most disgusting way possible. He walked towards me, he was stumbling, is he drunk??? Seem so. I tried to ignore him and began moving to my room. He held my hand. I gasped due to his tight grip. Then felt him snuggling his head in my neck. I froze on the spot. The next thing, he started sucking my neck and gave me open mouth kisses, I felt disgusted the shit out of me and snapped me back to reality. I pushed him.

GOD save me.............

He was angry. It was clearly visible in his eyes that held another emotion I didn't know about. He suddenly pinned me to the wall and started kissing me roughly. I resisted to the best I could. He slowly moved to my neck. He tore my blouse. That's it. I thought. I pushed him with all my strength and quickly ran out after kicking his baby factory. I could hear his faint groans as was looked back to check if he followed me even after the kick. He didn't.

Suddenly I bumped into a wall. Well not a wall, a human no less than a wall. I fell on the ground and before I got up, a lady rushed to me, to make sure I wasn't hurt. Seeing a woman before me I felt relieved. I didn't even realize before I started sobbing into this stranger's arms. I felt safe in her embrace. Maybe it was her guard, who I bumped into, that made me feel that I will be protected even if Young-Jae(brother) caught me or maybe it was her motherly embrace, I don't know and I don't care. I feel safe. First time after dad left.

My thoughts stopped when I blacked out.

When I woke up, I found myself lying in a massive room, on a huge bed. I found the woman from earlier caressing my hair. I quickly sat up. She opened her mouth as if to load me with her questions but held herself. I noticed it and spoke up.

Me: thank you for helping me mam. I am y/n. I know you are curious about this condition of mine. (I gave her a weak smile and continued) actually my foster mother and her son abuse me after my dad actually foster dad left.........forever. (a tear rolled down my cheek as I remember him, she wipes it off with her thumb as if I were a fragile doll, one harsh touch and I shatter. Oh! I really like this lady.). so today they crossed the limit and my foster brother forced himself on me in a drunk state.

She quickly pulled me in a warm hug full of motherly affection I longed for all these years.