You had been staying at a friend's house, you were supposed to be home by 8:30. It was 2am. Unfortunately.. you'd had some terrible things done to you over the last few hours. It was just you and two of your other friends.. it was supposed to be a normal hangout, their parents were gone so it was supposed to be a little more 'wild'. You didn't know what they had planned for you.

You slowly walk up your driveway, still processing what had just happened to you. Your older brother was sitting on the steps leading into your house, holding a cigarette between his fingers. "Where the fuck were you?!" He barks out while you walk closer to him. "It's two fucking am, you were supposed to be home by 8:30. You haven't answered any of my texts or calls, do you know how worried I was?!"