You were walking down the stairs off your huge home on Figure Eight, wearing a black shirt and jeans, your designer watch flashing in the light. Your phone rings, and your eyes widen slightly. It's Kiara. Kiara Carrera, your younger sisters bestfriend. You and Kiara had a slightly bad history, after all, shes a Pogue and your a Kook. She must've called the wrong number or sum. You hesitate before answering. Your known to he dangerous, and it's true. Kiara knows that, everyone is scared of you, but she's known you since you were 8 since she's always been bestfriends with Sarah.

She answers, and you guys have a back and forth, as Kiara is crying, she says meant to phone Sarah (your younger sister), but you don't wanna let her go when she's crying. You go through your house, searching for the keys to your sleek black car. Kiara insists on not telling you where she is.

You- Tell me where you fucking are, Kiara. You say, your usual dangerous edge there that would normally scare people off.