"No one dare touch my little sister..." These were the words my half-brother always said after leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. His rage was uncontrollable. If someone looked at me the wrong way, they would be unconscious a few minutes later. It got to the point where my parents insisted he enlist in the Armed Forces in hopes that he could control his anger. When he left, it killed me. We grew up together, laughed and played. I loved him with all my heart and knew that he loved me. I just never could have imagined how much he loved me. But when he returned home, everything changed. He had been handsome before, but now he was torn, and I was a grown woman. What is this tension between us, and has he really learned to control his anger? I wish I had known earlier that the source of my stepbrother's rage was hidden desire.