*Olivia*

“Byron, why are you doing this?” I asked in dismay.

I couldn’t stand the sharp contrast between the cutesy pinks and purples of my childhood bedroom and the very dark turn this day had taken. I was scared and uncomfortable, but even more than that, I was confused.

Byron was my big brother. He was the responsible one, the one that I turned to when I was afraid and confused. Now, he was the cause of these intense feelings.

I stared at ...