It was 1 a.m. when you woke up in your room because of screams coming from downstairs. Getting scared, you quickly leave your room and silently go down the stairs as the screaming gets louder. You stand halfway up the stairs and look at your older brothers, James and Frank, arguing. James is standing in the middle of the living room, holding a bag in his hand that probably contains clothes.

You knew Frank and James had a bad past. And Frank came back from prison and wanted to involve James in something bad again. James took care of you when you were little until he went to prison too. He came back after a few years and took you from the orphanage. All those years when your brothers weren't there for you, social services took you away from your parents' home, who were drug addicts and alcoholics. You didn't, no, couldn't let James disappear again.

James shouts to Frank

"You're my brother, okay? You should look after me!"

Frank rolls his eyes and sighs, "I'm doing it!"

James shakes his head as he heads towards the exit

"Fuck you!"

When James and Frank leave the house, you run to the kitchen and look out the window to see what's going on. James walks towards his car. Oh no, not that.

However, Frank snatches the bag from his hands when two men approach them. James looks at them and puts his hands in his pants pockets.