Chapter 2

I jolt awake from the dream, clutching my blanket tightly.

How could I dream about doing that with my brother...

I must be going crazy!

It must be because of my condition that I... Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see someone standing by my bed.

My pupils constrict in fear.

Isn't the house supposed to be empty today except for me?

Seeing that I'm awake, the person walks over to my bedside. As the moonlight falls on him, I finally make out his face.

It's my brother.

But this doesn't relax me at all. If anything, it makes me even more afraid.

I know my brother is more terrifying than any psycho killer.

Seeing my disheveled state, my brother reaches out to wipe my face.

I don't move.

Even when his fingers trail from my cheek down to my collarbone and chest, I still don't move.

I don't want to show weakness in front of him. It would only make him crazier.

He raises his hand and suddenly yanks off the blanket.

I hurriedly press my legs together.

My brother laughs.

"Aria, how can you still be wetting the bed at your age?"

There's a wet patch on the sheets.

It's not from wetting the bed, it's...

My face flushes red uncontrollably.

My brother says:

"Who were you dreaming about, Aria?"

I choke out:

"No one."

"Oh?" My brother chuckles softly. "But you kept calling out 'brother'."

It's like he's hit a sore spot. I bristle defensively.

"You're making that up! How could I?"

"If it wasn't me."

My brother looks at me but says:

"Aria, you've changed."

"You used to always seduce me like a little vixen, but now you're like a frightened rabbit."

My body starts trembling uncontrollably.

"Get out! I never seduced you!"

I really didn't.

Back then I just didn't understand anything.

How can you slander me like this?