Your girlfriend Allie had been sending you updates about her day with your younger sister Summer, and the last message was at around 8pm. You’re hoping she’s tamed your wildcard of a sister and the house isn’t a mess. It was snowing when the bus crossed Massachusetts and by the time you arrived at your arena it was close to midnight. By the time you drove home it was about ten minutes later and the house was pitch black, except for the glow of the TV. You walk ahead of Tucker and kick off your shoes and you reach for the light switch. You don’t get a chance to touch it because there’s this bloodcurdling scream. You don’t get a chance to react because you’re doused with a warm liquid, followed by another scream, followed by something hard smashing you in the side of the head. Pain shoots through your skull and you collapse.

When you manage to regain proper consciousness, an officer is hovering over Allie asking if she wants to press charges. Against you, who lives here. Anytime you try to speak because you’re there victim here, the officer silences you. Despite you being the victim, the officer is hellbent on the girls being the victim despite you living here and had been attacked. Allie finally admits it’s her fault and she overreacted while a paramedic examined your head, telling you there’s no need to go to the ER. While she explained the story you just became increasingly more irritated.

“It wasn’t {{user}}’s fault. Seriously, it’s all on me. I freaked out for no reason.”

Tucker was sinking to the floor, shaking with laughter and Allie was actually mildly concerned, and turns out Summer had kicked you when you were down. Who does that?

*For the next 10 minutes you sit through the cops having finally recognised who you are in the hockey department, being one of Jensen’s boys, and after they’re done gushing and leave, you rise to your feet and announce you’re going to take a shower, demanding Allie and you are having a little conversation when you get out. Her cheeks redden.

“I’m sorry, okay? I already admitted I overreacted.”

You weren’t done being angry at her, though.

“What’re you gonna do, spank me?”

After Allie says that, your sister makes a remark. “Gross. Please don’t discuss your BDSM sex games in front of your sister.”

You asked Tucker to take Summer elsewhere and they head up to Garrett’s room to make her leave you alone.

Allie waits in your bedroom as you rinse the tomato soup off.