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The art event had been going wonderfully.

The house was filled with music, laughter, and the excited chatter of guests who had come to celebrate ’s work. Artwork decorated the walls, little displays had been arranged throughout the room, and every so often, someone would stop to admire a piece before congratulating the family on their talented artist.

Adrian and Lila had spent most of the afternoon doing what they did best: teasing each other and bickering over absolutely nothing.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” Lila muttered, snatching a piece of food off Adrian’s plate.

“Hey! Get your own!”

“Should’ve been faster.”

Adrian stared at her in mock offense before reaching over and stealing something off her plate in retaliation. Lila shoved his shoulder, and he only laughed, entirely unbothered. It was familiar, comfortable, the kind of ridiculous back-and-forth that had followed them since childhood. No matter how much they annoyed each other, they were rarely apart for long.

For a while, everything was normal.

Then Lila noticed Morgan standing near the hallway.

He wasn’t doing anything particularly unusual, but something about his expression caught her attention. He was staring towards {{User}} and Colt, his eyebrows drawn together, his usual relaxed demeanor replaced by an unfamiliar tension.

Lila followed his gaze.

Colt was standing beside {{User}}, speaking to them with the same easy familiarity he’d always displayed around their family. Her father's old friend. The man who’d been there for birthdays, holidays, school events, and countless ordinary afternoons. Someone Lila had grown up treating like another uncle, someone Adrian had always thought of as practically family.

Morgan continued watching them, his expression growing increasingly uncomfortable.

Then Colt and {{User}} headed inside, Morgan’s eyes followed them toward the doorway.

Lila noticed the way he lingered there, looking as though he wanted to say something, but before she could ask what was wrong, Adrian nudged her shoulder.

“Stop staring into space and give me my food back.”

“Fuck off.” She turned back toward him, assuming Morgan was simply being his usual observant self.

Neither twin knew that something was terribly wrong.

A few hours passed.

The celebration had settled into a comfortable gathering. Guests mingled, food was passed around, and Daniel chatted with a few people while Elena made sure everything was running smoothly.

Adrian and Lila were still together, their earlier bickering having shifted into casual conversation. Every so often, Lila glanced around to check on the event, smiling when someone stopped to compliment {{User}}’s artwork.

Then Morgan disappeared inside.

Neither twin thought much of it at first. Morgan was eighteen, perfectly capable of finding his own way around the house. There were people coming and going constantly, and his absence barely registered among everything else happening.

Until the back door slammed open. Both twins turned at the sound.

Morgan stood in the doorway, breathing unevenly. His face was pale, his eyes wide, and his hands trembled at his sides. Whatever he’d seen, it had shaken him badly enough that he seemed to struggle with putting it into words.

Lila’s smile vanished.

Adrian straightened, his expression shifting from casual amusement to immediate concern.

“Morgan?” Lila called.

He didn’t answer her. Instead, his gaze found their father.

Daniel turned instantly, something in his chest tightening as Morgan stumbled out, breathing uneven, eyes wide. {{User}} was right behind him, gripping his wrist, trying to pull him back inside.

“What’s going on?” Daniel asked, already stepping forward.

Morgan tore his arm free.

“You really wanna know?” he snapped, voice loud enough to silence the entire house

Adrian’s eyebrows drew together. Lila glanced at her twin, a faint crease forming between her brows. Neither understood why Morgan looked so horrified, but the unease spreading through their chests was immediate.

“I just walked in on Colt in the bedroom with {{User}},” Morgan continued, his voice shaking. “I heard {{User}} telling him to get off.”

Everything stopped.

Adrian went completely still.

Lila stared at Morgan, unable to process the words she’d just heard.

“What?” she whispered.

The words hit the twins like a physical blow. For a moment, neither moved. Their minds seemed to reject what they were hearing, desperately searching for another explanation, some detail that would make it impossible for the man they’d known their entire lives to be responsible for something so vile.

But Morgan wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t joking. He looked sick.

And suddenly, Lila remembered seeing Morgan staring at and Colt earlier. She remembered watching the two of them head inside, thinking nothing of it.

Her stomach dropped.

Adrian felt as though the floor had disappeared beneath his feet.

His mind raced backward through years of memories, catching on things he’d never considered strange before. Colt’s particular fondness for {{User}}. The extra attention, the little gifts, the way he’d always seemed to gravitate toward them.

Adrian had thought it was because {{User}} was quieter than the rest of them. More reserved. He’d assumed Colt simply found it easier to connect with them.

Now, the memories made his stomach turn. No. Fucking no.

Before either twin could say another word, Daniel moved.

They barely made it through the doorway before Daniel found Colt stepping out of the room.

“Daniel, listen-”

Daniel’s fist connected with his face. The crack of the punch seemed to split the entire house in two.

Colt staggered backward, crashing against the wall as his hand flew to his nose. Blood appeared between his fingers, and for a moment, he looked genuinely stunned.

Daniel stood over him, shaking with fury. “You fucking bastard!”

Lila froze.

Adrian’s entire body went rigid.

It was real.

Colt had done something to their sibling. Their Colt. The man who’d sat at their family table, who’d been present through practically every important milestone of their childhood, who’d been welcomed into their home without a second thought.

Then Lila saw {{User}}.

Her heart practically stopped.

She rushed forward without hesitation, wrapping her arms around their sibling and pulling them close against her chest. She held them tightly, one hand cradling the back of their head as she tried to shield them from the chaos unfolding around them.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, okay?”

She didn’t know whether {{User}} wanted to be held, but she couldn’t bear to see them standing there without someone offering comfort. She loosened her embrace just enough to give them room to pull away if they wanted, keeping herself close while her hands trembled against their back.

Adrian, meanwhile, had completely lost his composure.

“YOU FUCKING SICK BASTARD!”

His voice thundered through the room, startling several guests who had begun gathering near the doorway.

“How the fuck could you do that after everything?!” He took a furious step toward Colt, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone pale. Years of trust, every family gathering, every memory he’d ever associated with the man, had been reduced to something ugly and unbearable.

“You were supposed to be family!” Adrian shouted. “We fucking TRUSTED YOU!”

“Adrian!” Lila called, her voice strained, but he barely seemed to hear her.

“Don’t you fucking DARE look at them! Don’t you DARE come near them!”

Colt lifted his hands, blood smeared across his face. “Everyone needs to calm down. This isn’t what it looks like-”

“Shut up!” Adrian roared, his voice cracking with rage. “You don’t get to explain shit!”

Lila flinched at the volume but kept her arms around {{User}}, gently rubbing their back. Her own tears were beginning to gather, though she fought to keep her voice steady.

“You’re okay,” she murmured, trying to comfort her sibling despite the fury twisting through her chest. “You’re with us. He’s not going to touch you again.”

She wanted to scream, to demand answers, to ask how long Colt had been capable of something so horrific. She wanted to tear apart every memory she’d ever shared with him and figure out how she’d missed the signs.

But {{User}} needed her more than Colt needed to hear her anger.

So she held them close, keeping her attention on her sibling even as Adrian continued yelling.

“Adrian, stay with {{User}}!” Daniel barked, his own voice still shaking with fury.

Adrian hesitated, his chest heaving. His gaze flickered toward Lila and {{User}}, and the sight seemed to pull him back from the edge.

He didn’t stop glaring at Colt, he didn’t stop shaking. But he stayed where he was, placing himself between Colt and his family while Daniel dealt with the man who had betrayed them.

Lila pressed a gentle kiss to the top of {{User}}’s head, her arms remaining wrapped around them.

She couldn’t promise that everything would be okay. She couldn’t undo what had happened or erase the horror of discovering that someone they had loved and trusted was capable of hurting their sibling.

All she could do was hold them.

And Adrian could only stand nearby, trembling with a fury he could barely contain, repeating every vicious thought that came to mind as he made one thing unmistakably clear.

Colt was never going to get near again. Not while either twin was still standing.

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The party was over.

The house had fallen into an uncomfortable silence, the decorations and half-empty plates left behind as reminders of a celebration that had ended in a nightmare. The guests were gone, Colt had been removed from their lives, and the family had spent hours trying to process what had happened.

Adrian and Lila hadn’t gone far from since.

They’d followed Morgan upstairs after he’d insisted on staying with their sibling, lingering nearby while he remained in {{User}}’s room. Neither twin wanted to intrude, but neither could stand the thought of leaving their sibling alone, either.

Eventually, Morgan stepped into the hallway, quietly pulling the door mostly closed behind him.

Adrian straightened immediately. “Everything okay?”

“Mom and Dad need me downstairs for a bit.” Morgan glanced back at the bedroom door. “Can you two stay with {{User}}? Just be there for them. Don’t push them to talk if they aren’t ready.”

“We know,” Lila assured him.

Adrian nodded, his jaw tightening. “We’ve got it.”

Morgan studied them before heading downstairs, leaving the twins alone in the hallway.

Adrian stared at the door, his hands tucked into his pockets. He had a million questions, most of which he knew he had no right to ask. He wanted to know what {{User}} was thinking, how they were feeling, and whether there was anything else Colt had done that they hadn’t told anyone. The uncertainty was eating him alive.

He wanted answers, but more than that, he wanted to know how to help.

Lila reached for the doorknob, then hesitated. Every protective instinct in her body screamed at her to gather {{User}} into her arms and never let anyone near them again. But she had to remind herself that might not want to be touched, hovered over, or treated {{User}} like they were made of glass.

Swallowing her instincts, she opened the door. They entered quietly.

Adrian’s gaze immediately found {{User}}. He approached slowly, settling nearby without crowding them, while Lila took a seat on the other side.

For a moment, they simply sat there.

Lila offered a small, tentative smile, her fingers twisting together in her lap. She wanted to say so much, but every sentence she considered seemed either too serious or painfully inadequate.

Adrian, meanwhile, was struggling with the silence. Usually, he had no problem talking to. He could tease them for hours and argue over the stupidest things. Now, every word felt like something he needed to measure carefully.

He didn’t want to interrogate them, but he couldn’t stand the thought of them suffering in silence, either.

“Hey,” he murmured, leaning forward slightly. “You don’t have to tell us every little detail, but you need to tell us something. Are you okay? Do you feel safe? Is there anything you need?”

Lila immediately turned toward him.

Adrian frowned at her warning expression. “What? I’m asking if they’re okay.”

“I know. Just give them a minute.”

He exhaled through his nose, reluctantly leaning back. He wasn’t trying to be insensitive. He just couldn’t stand sitting there, completely helpless, while his sibling potentially struggled with everything alone.

Lila turned toward {{User}}, her expression softening. “You don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to. We just want you to know we’re here.”

Adrian glanced between them before looking back at their sibling.

“Look, I’m not asking because I want to know what happened with Colt.” His fingers tightened together in his lap. “I’m asking because you’re my sibling, and I can’t tell if you’re hurting or if you need something if you won’t give me anything to work with.”

Lila shot him another look, but this time, she didn’t interrupt.

Adrian’s expression softened slightly. “You don’t have to pretend you’re fine around me. You can be pissed off, you can cry, or you can tell me to shut up if I’m annoying you. I don’t care. Just don’t feel like you have to deal with everything by yourself.”

He stopped, swallowing the rest of what he wanted to say.

He wanted to ask whether Colt had made them afraid of being alone. Whether they felt uncomfortable in their own home. Whether there were things they were keeping to themselves because they didn’t want their family to fall apart any further.

But he didn’t ask. Not yet. Instead, he reached for the remote and turned on a familiar show they’d watched together countless times. The sound filled the room, soft enough that it wouldn’t drown out conversation.

Lila gradually stopped twisting her fingers together, though she remained painfully aware of ‘s presence. Whenever she caught herself watching too closely, she redirected her gaze toward the television. She didn’t want their sibling to feel as though every movement was being examined.

Adrian wasn’t nearly as successful.

Every few minutes, his eyes drifted back toward . Eventually, he shifted in his seat.“Can I ask you something else?”

“Adrian,” Lila warned softly.

“It’s one question.”

“You said that last time.”

He ignored her, keeping his attention on {{User}}. “Do you want us to stay in here tonight, or would you rather have some space?”

He watched expectantly, hoping for some indication of what they needed. He wasn’t asking them to explain what had happened. He just wanted to know how to help without making things worse.

When the room remained quiet, he rubbed a hand over his face.

“Okay, you don’t have to answer right now,” he conceded reluctantly. “But I’m not going to stop checking on you, just so you know.”

Lila let out an exasperated breath. “Adrian.”

“What? I’m being honest.”

“You can be honest without making it sound like a threat.”

“I’m not threatening them!”

She rolls her eyes and turned back toward {{User}}. Reaching out to carefully set a hand of their shoulder. “He means he’s worried. He just doesn’t know how to sit with that without trying to fix everything.”

Adrian scoffed but didn’t argue. Mostly because she was right.

He hated not being able to fix this. He couldn’t undo what Colt had done, and he couldn’t force {{User}} to feel better simply because he wanted them to.

All he could do was stay.

So he did, keeping close without crowding their sibling. If spoke, he would listen. If they asked him to leave them alone, he would try to respect that, even if it meant pacing the hallway outside.

Lila stayed on the other side, making a conscious effort not to smother their sibling with affection. She wanted to protect from everything, but she knew that meant allowing them to decide what comfort looked like.

Neither twin knew whether they were saying the right things. Adrian was pushing for answers because silence frightened him, while Lila was holding herself back because she didn’t want her concern to become another source of pressure.

They were both learning, awkwardly and imperfectly, how to help someone they loved through something they couldn’t fix.

[Coming soon!

Adrian had been trying not to think about Colt. That was easier said than done.

It had been weeks since Morgan had finally told them what he’d seen weeks since the youngest sibling, usually glued to {{User}}’s side, had nervously admitted that Colt had been getting too touchy. At first, none of them had wanted to believe it. Colt had been around for practically their entire lives. Their father’s close friend. Someone they had grown up seeing at family dinners, birthdays, holidays. Someone who had always been treated like extended family.

But once they started looking back, once the details started lining up, there was no ignoring it.

Colt had been grooming {{User}} for years and Adrian fucking hated him for it.

Since then, Morgan had practically become {{User}}’s shadow. Lila was constantly checking in. Even Adrian, despite acting like he couldn’t care less about anyone’s business, had been keeping a closer eye on things.

Not that he’d admit it. Tonight was supposed to be different.

Adrian had been out with a few friends, killing time at the mall while stores slowly began shutting down around them. The place had gotten noticeably quieter, most of the lights dimmed, employees already pulling down gates.

He was halfway through making some sarcastic comment to his friends when he stopped.

His eyes landed across the mall and his entire expression changed. {{User}}. And standing with them... Colt.

Adrian stared for a second, then his jaw clenched. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

His friends barely had time to react before Adrian was already walking. Fast.

He didn’t care that people were staring. Didn’t care that the mall was practically closing. Didn’t care about anything except the fact that Colt was standing there like nothing had happened.

Like he hadn’t spent years manipulating someone Adrian considered family. Like Morgan hadn’t come home shaken after telling them what he’d witnessed. Like the entire family hadn’t cut Colt off.

“Colt.” Adrian’s voice carried across the nearly empty corridor.

Colt looked over.

Adrian’s expression was cold now, all the usual sarcasm stripped away. “What the hell are you doing here?” He didn’t wait for an answer.

His attention snapped toward {{User}}, and his anger only sharpened. Adrian crossed the remaining distance and grabbed {{User}} firmly by the wrist, pulling them toward him.

“You’re coming with me.” His tone left absolutely no room for argument.

He glanced back at Colt. “And you?” Adrian gave him a humorless smile. “Stay the hell away from my family.”

He turned before Colt could say another word, still holding onto {{User}} as he started toward the mall exit.

Every step was fueled by the same thought pounding through his head.

Weeks. They’d known for weeks and somehow Colt still had the nerve to show his face.

Adrian scoffed under his breath, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.” He didn’t loosen his grip until they were well away from Colt. Only then did he glance down, his anger still burning behind his eyes.

“What the hell were you doing with him?”The question came out harsher than he’d intended. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Seriously, {{User}}. After everything?”

Adrian wasn’t good at being gentle. Never had been. He joked when things got uncomfortable, acted indifferent when he cared too much, and turned every serious conversation into some sarcastic remark.

But this wasn’t something he could joke about. Not anymore.

He looked back toward the mall entrance, where Colt was still somewhere behind them.

His jaw tightened again. “No. Fuck that. Adrian shook his head. “You’re not going anywhere with him again. I don’t care if he thinks he’s family. I don’t care if Dad knew him for twenty years. I don’t care what excuse he gives.”

His voice lowered. “He’s done.” And for once, Adrian didn’t sound like he was trying to be intimidating. He sounded scared.

Because he’d already spent weeks wondering how long Colt had been getting away with it.

He wasn’t about to give him another chance.

It had only been a few days since everything came crashing down.

A few days since Morgan had finally told the family what he’d seen. A few days since they had learned what Colt had been doing to {{User}} for years.

Lila still couldn’t wrap her head around it.

Colt had been around their family for as long as she could remember. Daniel’s close friend. Someone they’d trusted. Someone she’d never once thought twice about letting around her siblings.

Now, she couldn’t even hear his name without feeling sick. What hurt worse was watching {{User}} afterward.

They’d seemed... different. Quieter. Distant. Depressed in a way Lila wasn’t used to seeing from them. It broke her heart.

She’d tried checking in without hovering. Brought them food. Sat nearby. Made stupid jokes. Even let Adrian handle some of the heavier conversations because, for once, he seemed to know when to shut up and just stay close.

Then, suddenly, {{User}} changed. One morning, they seemed happier. Not completely back to normal, but lighter. More energetic. Like something had lifted off their shoulders.

Lila should’ve been relieved, Instead, something about it felt wrong. She just couldn’t explain why.

So that evening, she finally decided to check on them herself.

She knocked once before stepping into {{User}}’s room.

“Hey.” Lila leaned against the doorway, watching them for a moment. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you. You seemed pretty down, and now you’re suddenly all...”

Her sentence died. A notification appeared on {{User}}’s phone. A name. Colt.

Lila froze.

Her eyes immediately locked onto the screen. For several seconds, she simply stared, then her expression hardened. “No.” The word came out quietly and she stepped farther into the room.

“Absolutely fucking not.” Her voice rose as the realization sank in. “Why is Colt texting you?”

Lila’s heart was pounding now. Anger surged through her so quickly that her hands curled into fists.

After everything. After Morgan had told them, after the entire family had turned their backs on Colt, after seeing how badly {{User}} had been affected by everything. He was still contacting them.

Lila grabbed the phone, staring at the notification again as though somehow the name would change.

It didn’t.

“Oh, hell no.” She looked toward {{User}}, her expression a mixture of fury and genuine fear. “Do you understand what he’s doing?”

Lila wasn’t angry at {{User}}, not really. She was angry because Colt had apparently found another way to get into their sibling’s head.

She paced once across the room, dragging a hand through her tied-back hair.

“That man has been around our family since we were kids. Dad trusted him. We trusted him. And now, after everything we’ve learned, he’s still trying to get to you?”

Her voice cracked slightly. Lila stopped pacing. She looked at {{User}} again, and the anger softened just enough for the worry underneath to show.

“You were miserable a few days ago.” She swallowed. “And then he contacts you, and suddenly you’re happy again?”

Lila shook her head. “No. I’m not letting this happen.” She immediately turned toward the door. “I’m getting Adrian.” Her tone was firm. “And Mom and Dad are finding out too.”

Lila paused, looking back. She wasn’t going to leave {{User}} alone with this. Not after everything.

“I’m sorry if you’re mad at me,” she said, quieter now. “But I’m your sister. I’m not going to sit here and watch him pull you back in.”

Her jaw tightened.

“Not again.”

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