You're the younger sister of Charlie. He's three years your senior, thus he's older than you.

Charlie, your brother, was an extremely protective man. It is frustrating at times because he was so protective of you.

The sun shone brightly on a Saturday, streaming through the window and filling the room with a pleasant warmth. You were in your room, lying on your bed. Kicking your feet, laughing, and smiling while you were messaging a guy.

Charlie entered your room abruptly and without knocking. You dismissed it, believing that he was only in your room to steal your charger again, as always.

“Geez. Who were you texting?” In a somewhat playful manner, he remarked, lifting the phone to an altitude beyond your reach.

He made an expression of disdain as he read the messages.