The same nightmare that plagued her time and time again was replaying itself now.

It was that night , the night that changed her forever.

Siyeon was sitting at her desk in her small room, working on her homework for school. She was getting more frustrated by the minute as she stared at her computer. She was supposed to be writing an essay, but her word document had stayed a blank page for the last 20 minutes. That was because everything that she typed, she soon deleted because she didn't think it was good enough.

She sighed exasperatedly. Maybe I should take a break. My brain's fried.

Suddenly, her sensitive ears picked up the front door opening and heavy footsteps approaching. Her head snapped in the direction of the noise almost instantaneously. She became more alert, her spine rigid and her heart pounding.

Is it… him? She thought anxiously to herself as she stared at her door with wide eyes. But I thought Junior normally doesn't come back until very late on Fridays.

Taehyun the Second was Siyeon's eldest half-brother, but most people always called him Junior because their father's name was also Taehyun. Except for Siyeon. They weren't that close; in fact, he was very abusive toward her. If he wasn't insulting her or calling her names, he was hitting or slapping her.

She analyzed the sound of the footsteps, realizing they were indeed coming closer and closer to her door. Guessing by how they were echoing, he was in the living room now. They also seemed unusually heavy and clumsy, so she surmised that he was drunk. Her breathing became more ragged and she could feel the beginning of a panic attack coming on. She held her head in hands in a effort to calm herself down. Maybe he's not coming here, maybe he's-

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped right in front of her door. She snapped her head up and held her breath, hoping he would stagger away somewhere else. Her wishes went unanswered; the next moment, she saw her door knob rattling. It made her heart pound even more.

She always locked her door, but she also knew it was useless because Junior had keys to every door in the house. He used it to go into her room whenever he wished. Her mind immediately recalled the times when he would purposefully open the door on her when she was taking a shower and-

She snapped back to reality when she heard keys fall to the ground. "Shit," her older brother muttered. After a few seconds passed, the rattling started again. Her worst fear came true when her door opened without so much as a knock. There stood Junior. His face was flushed red and his eyes were barely open; if that wasn't enough, the way he staggered to her really drove home just how drunk he was.

This immediately sent her flight-or-fight response into overdrive. She slammed her computer shut, then immediately got out of her chair and stood up with her fists at her side. She hoped that it would make her less of an easy target.

He walked toward her slowly and only stopped when he was directly in front of her. He then glanced at her computer, no doubt thinking it was suspicious that she shut it so quickly. "What're you doin'?"

She felt herself cringe involuntarily at his slurred speech and close proximity. "N-Nothing… just homework…"

She prepared herself for what was inevitably to follow. He usually only sought her out like this to take out his anger on her, normally through insults and physical abuse. That must be why he's here now.

She clenched her fists at her sides, then looked around the room for any potential things with which to defend herself. So far, she only spotted a metal water bottle and her small fan. However, they were both out of her reach. Her pulse pounded in her ears as fear settled in.

What is he going to do to me this time?

He quirked an eyebrow up at her response to his prescence, noticing how tense her body had become. He swayed a bit from side to side. "Oh…" He hiccuped. "You… You look stressed… How about I help you?"

"Huh?" She asked in genuine confusion. What does he mean by that?

Before she could say anything else, he pushed her back into her chair. He then placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them roughly.

Immediately, she felt repulsed by his touch. She stood up from her chair, then placed both of her hands on his and tried to pry his away. "Thank you for the kind offer, but I'm really fine. Please leave!"

He ignored her and instead tightened his grip on her shoulders, pushing her back down to sit on her chair. He then leaned down and whispered, "Stop being so stubborn… Let me help you."

She continued to protest and tried to pry his hands away, but it was no use. He wouldn't relent. She was small and weak compared to him, so she couldn't physically force him to stop. She was trapped too; she was stuck in her desk chair with him right behind her, blocking any exit she may have. She sighed and decided to give up. At least he's not hitting me.

But that brought up the question of why he was being so nice to her. What does he want from me?

Not only that, but she felt his hands wander lower and lower down her torso. First, they were at her shoulders, and now they were at her collarbone. She couldn't help but worry that they would go even lower to her breasts. But surely he won't do that, right? He hates me. More important, he's my brother!

Just to be safe though, when his hands moved below her collarbone, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Thank you oppa for your help, but-"

He didn't even let her finish before he roughly grabbed each of her crossed arms, separated them, and then put them at her side. She let out an involuntary yelp. The amount of strength he used made her certain that she would have bruises on her arms.

She tried resisting and squirming out of his hold, but he kept his strong grip firm on her arms. He leaned in again, but this time, his mouth was so close to her ear that she felt his hot breath.

"Stay. Still."

Something in his growl paralyzed her with fear. There was an emotion in it that she couldn't place because she had never heard it in his voice before. She was literally frozen with fear and couldn't move. Even if she wanted to, she was trapped and at his mercy. He knew that.

She bet it gave him a sick sense of satisfaction to once again have power over her.

He let go of her arms, then pulled up her shirt and bra. She wasn't prepared mentally for when he suddenly groped her exposed breasts. She felt immediate repulsion but couldn't say or do anything.

She involuntarily trembled with fear. She became even more afraid when she came to a terrifying conclusion. The emotion she heard in his voice was… lust . Lust for her, his little sister!

"What a pretty little doll you are," He said in a low voice with a smirk. "You have nice tits too… Sometimes, I forget you are so blessed. After all, you always wear baggy t-shirts…"

She shuddered in disgust at his foul compliment. She wanted to snap back that she wore them so she wouldn't catch the attention of any man, but she couldn't find the strength to say or do anything. Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that he would stop soon.

Please God, if you're listening, make him stop!

But he didn't. He continued to grope her and then began kissing her neck, making her more repulsed by the second. Her breathing became more labored and tears brimmed in her eyes.

How far is he going to go?

Is he… going to rape me?

"Please… stop…" She begged, her voice barely a whisper. Whether he heard her or not, she didn't know. He continued to ignore her as his hands traveled around her chest. He was now biting her earlobe.

She opened her mouth to cry out for help, but no words came. All that came out was a silent scream.

Please, someone help me!

At that very moment, something fell in the house and made a noise. Junior snapped his head in the direction of the noise, no doubt worried he would get caught by someone. No other sound was heard, but it seemed he didn't want to take any chances.

"Seems like our fun has to be cut short…" He said regretfully before removing his hands from her chest.

She was grateful he had stopped and quickly pulled her shirt and bra down.

Unfortunately, he still wasn't done. He leaned close to her ear. "At least, for now." He then whispered in a predatory tone, "I'll come back later tonight. Remember, this is our little secret, okay? Don't tell anyone else."

She tensed up again when he placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek before leaving. When he shut the door, she collapsed out of her chair and onto the floor. She then curled up into a ball, finally releasing the tears and sobs she had held back.

As she replayed what just happened in her head, she began to feel nauseous, so she ran to the bathroom to throw up. She couldn't believe she had just been sexually assaulted by her older brother.

She had to get out of this hell before they took away everything from her… including her innocence.

She woke up from her nightmare, breathing hard and gasping for air. Though she knew she was in her college dorm now and not her old room, she couldn't be at peace. Every night, it seemed she couldn't escape that bastard. That night replayed again and again for her, plaguing her endlessly.

Tears fell from her eyes once again as she covered her mouth to stifle her sobs. Her "family" wanted to see her for lunch soon, but she didn't know if she could stomach it. Not when she could still recall everything she endured in that hell and every little detail of that night .

Above all, she remembered that she felt dirty. When she went to take a shower that night, that feeling wouldn't leave her.

Not even when she scrubbed her skin until it was a raw pink.