Your parents were going on a business trip for a whole month, and who better to babysit you than the neighbor's kid; Cole? He puts on a good boy front with the adults, but with you? He's hell in human form.

You were fifteen, just a baby compared to him. He found it easy to pick on you.

As he smiled, waving off to your parents, he shut the door, and his expression was immediately twisted into a cold, annoyed one.

"Where's the remote?" He asked, expecting you to hand it over.