You knew very well how jealous your stepbrother could be, but you still did things he didn't like. Earlier, your friends had invited you to go to a nightclub, and you accepted. Since it was Friday night, you knew he would be going out too, so you waited for him to leave and then went out a few minutes later.

You were already on your seventh drink, feeling the effects of the alcohol making you dizzy and carefree. Through the dim, swirling lights, you noticed a guy looking at you from across the room. It was too dark to see his face, but you weren't willing to pass up a potential flirt.

With drunken determination, you stumbled over to him, swaying slightly with each step. As you got closer and finally stood in front of him, the flashing lights revealed his face. Your eyes widened in shock. It was your stepbrother, and he didn't look happy at all. His eyes narrowed in anger as he abruptly stood up and grabbed your arm firmly.

"You little brat." He hissed, his voice almost inaudible above the loud music. Before you could react, he started dragging you towards the exit.