TW: Includes sexual intimidation/violence. Putting **** as a trigger warning at the specific part. Do not read if you're affected easily by sexual violence-ish things. You won't miss much if you skip the chapter.

"I'm gonna win, just accept it." The satisfying undertone in her voice was obviously annoying her older brother. "Nat, ye seriously suck at this game." Said the 10-year old girl, wanting to push her brother's buttons a little more.

"Oh Ems, why ya gotta rub it 'n my face like tha'?" Her brother was gazing at the small TV in front of them, his eyebrows furrowing with frustration. The tension between them was too amusing to Emmaly and she pressed the buttons on her gaming console. But suddenly in the game, her car crashed, causing her brother Nathan to burst out in laughter. "Ya gotta big mouth, missy. Looks like karma really caught yo ass." His voice was toned with an heavy southern accent. Unlike Emmaly, who had managed to keep her old Scottish accent intact. The differences between them made them unique as a brother and sister, and was one of the reasons why they'd become best friends after Nathan's parents adopted Emmaly.

Emmaly was only 3 when her own mother died of cancer and her father left her at an orphan house. It almost seemed like destiny wrote itself when Nathan and his parents were on a holiday in Scotland and visited the small town Garve when they met Emmaly. There was an old ancient church next to the orphan house that Nathan and his parents were visiting. Emmaly herself visited the church often, she was only 9 years old at that time, when she prayed to Him to find her a family. Nathan heard the little girl praying and motioned his parents to come. His mother was after the birth of Nathan unable to get any more children for some medical reason. Nathan, who was 11, befriended the girl in no-time and the rest of the story wrote itself from there; Nathan and his parents took Emmaly with them back to Georgia.

"Yeah, yeah. Ye made ye point Nat. I'm gonnae sleep. G'night." The girl laid down the gaming console and stood up. "Night Ems," her brother replied before standing up aswell. Emmaly left her brother's room and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she made her way towards her bedroom, she did so as quietly as possible. It's been only 3 months since their mom and dad divorced and ever since then their ol' man was acting very strange. He would drink to get as drunk as possible, but Nathan assured Emmaly he'd be alright eventually. 'Give him some time,' he had said to her when she asked her older brother about him.

But the last month had been different. Their father would get drunk as usual, but one night he went to Emmaly's room. She pretended to be asleep then, assuming he was drunk again. She was right; the strong scent of alcohol he brought along into her room almost made her gag. However she pretended to be asleep while she tried to find out what her father was up to. He didn't do anything; he simply stood there and.. watched her. It was very odd, and honestly; it freaked Emmaly out. Only 10 minutes later, she felt his rough hands stroking her hair, before she heard him leaving her room.

Emmaly laid down in her bed and turned the light switch off. She closed her eyes, exhausted from today; she and Nathan had gone to the mall to buy a new game and get a hamburger. When they got home, they played the game together for 4 hours straight. Emmaly had told her older brother about school and about how she felt left out because she wasn't 'girly enough'. Nathan only laughed and told her to stop worrying about it and that she was nice enough to hang out with. This eased her insecurities and they continued to stroll around the mall for another hour.

The doorknob was squeezing and she felt her heart throb in her chest because of the sudden sound. She didn't want to move around and see what is was; if it was Nathan, she wouldn't have a problem. But if it was her dad..

Her thoughts were confirmed when she heard the wavering footsteps. Their father. She didn't move because she was too afraid to do so as she listened to his moving. The door closed and she tried to think of something else.

****He indeed was drunk again. The scent was too strong to ignore as her father staggered towards her bed. Suddenly, she felt his warm body press to hers as he laid down next to her. His hand stroked her cheek and Emmaly bit her lip. "Sssh s'alrigh' baby girl," he whispered with a confusing undertone. Emmaly didn't response; she was practically frozen to do anything. Her father's hands grabbed both her arms and turned her around to face him. Emmaly opened her eyes. "Daddy?" She said, anticipating. Her father's eyes seemed lost.. Like he wasn't himself anymore. It almost seemed like he'd turned into some kind of animal. Her father didn't say anything, just kept staring at her. "Ye alrigh'?" Emmaly tried again, trying to hide her fear.

****He pressed her against him, his lips moving to her temple as he pressed several kisses there. "S'alrigh," he whispered, while his hand grabbed hers. "Daddy, ye hurtin' me." Emmaly said, trying to yank her hand back that he grasped to tightly. Suddenly her hand felt the textile underneath it and her eyes widened when she noticed where he'd pressed her hand on.

That night was the most horrific night of her life; her own dad making her do those things was something she never thought would've happen. But it was only the beginning of a so called routine; every week he'd come to her room, drunk and sometimes high, traumatizing his own daughter. Emmaly was too afraid to talk about it and so it kept going on like for atleast 4 years. She tried to talk about it to her teacher, but she was simply too scared to do so.

She wanted to tell Nathan so badly, but she was afraid he wouldn't believe her. Or even worse; that he would actually hate her for saying such things about his biological father. And so she remaint silent, crying herself to sleep at first, but after a few times she'd gotten used to it and only remaint depressed.

But one night..

She was 13, about to turn 14 the next week. Her father came to her room again and things gotten out of hand. He went too far, and it was then when Emmaly cried and sobbed when her dad had left. Her dad usually came at night, mostly 3 or 4 AM.

It was then when Nathan had woken up because of her loud sobbing.

He found her, naked, while clutching her pillow. The empty whiskey bottle next to her bed was obvious enough for Nathan to realise what happened.

Nathan grabbed a blanket out of her closet to cover his sister up with, assuming she didn't want to lay under the filthy duvet. He placed her onto his lap and stroked her hair, comforting his little sister and cradling her in his arms. 'I'm here Ems, no one 's gon' hurt ya now.'

Emmaly had calmed down, realising the rough hands didn't belong to her father, and Nathan's voice soothed her. She'd peeped up to her older brother then. "I'm sorry," she whispered, while her brother was still rocking her.

Nathan was 16 and old enough to understand everything. He felt guilty, because he knew their father was an alcoholic for a long time now. 'How long?' his rasping voice asked. Emmaly had bitten her underlip. 'Couple o' years,' she forced herself to say, causing Nathan to freeze on the spot. 'But it was never this bad,' Emmaly explained. Nathan was shocked when he figured what might've happened. But Emmaly seemed to realize this aswell; tears started falling down her eyes again while she felt filthier than ever.

Nathan picked her up and carried his little sister to the shower. He had given her a bath, not caring about seeing her naked. Her sister didn't seem to care either since she was still too shocked about everything that'd happened.

Nathan helped her dress afterwards and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her into his bed and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Sleep," he only said. "I'll protect ya. Don' worry." Emmaly gazed at her brother. "Please dorn' go Nat," she begged. Nathan only nodded and sat down at the chair opposite the bed. When he made sure Emmaly was asleep, he left the room as silent as possible.

He went downstairs and found his father passed out on the couch, snoring loudly. Nathan slammed on his dad's shoulder, causing him to jump up. "Nathan.." His dad rasped, sitting up. Nathan's eyes widened with anger. "What'dya do to her, ya lil' piece of worthless shit?!"

His dad was utterly shocked and surprised at once. "You fuckin' cunt, what'dya do to Emmaly?!" He said, pointing his finger at his father with an accusing, furious look. His dad understood what he meant. "I'm sor,-" "Don't ya give me that crap ol' man, I know what ya did t' her, ya fuckin' moron!"

After his last sentence he punched his father with full force on the nose, causing his dad to fall back on the couch and grasping his nose. "Ya- Fuckin'- worthless- piece- of- shit!" He ended every word with a punch and he kept going on afterwards. His dad was barely conscious, but Nathan made sure he was keeping his eyes open. "Yer a fuckin' worthless father fo' doin' that shit to ya own bloody daughter. I hope ya rot in hell. Ya should be ashamed of ya'self! Me and her are leavin' tonigh' while you can jus' lay here left t' die for all I care!"

He punched his dad another few times before going upstairs and waking Emmaly up. They both packed their stuff and Nathan grabbed all the money and long-lasting food he could find. He took the tent that they used for camping aswell as the sleeping bags.

When he and Emmaly were downstairs, Nathan grabbed his sisters' hand. "Look at me," he whispered gently. "Ya only gonn' look at me, ya understand? I want ya t' keep lookin' at me 'til I tell ya otherwise, 'kay?"

Emmaly only nodded and they made their way out of the house, leaving their once-so-safe-haven behind and never looking back.