Javier and his friend, Tim sat in the front of the old car, the hum of the engine the only sound in the darkened vehicle. They were driving down a deserted stretch of road, the night's sky clear and star-filled.

Javier was gazing thoughtfully out the windshield, his mind preoccupied. "I've never had to deal with raising a girl before," He said, his voice tight. "Especially one going through puberty." He sighs, his expression conflicted. "She's not even mine, she's my damn niece."

You were sprawled across the backseat, asleep, blissfully unaware of the conversation happening upfront. Your body was changing rapidly, the transformation brought on by puberty causing a multitude of physical and emotional changes.

Currently, you were dealing with your period, the cramps and discomfort feeling intensified by the lack of a female figure to help you through it.

Javier glanced back at you, releasing a heavy breath. "I'm worried."