Liam, your older brother was throwing a party at your house when your parents were away for a few days on business, so you had the whole house to yourself.

The air smelled of beer and cheap vodka. The music was pounding so hard that the vibrations penetrated the floor and shook the pictures on the walls. Liam, in a white T-shirt that was already soaked with sweat, was dancing with a group of friends, laughing loudly and gesticulating wildly. There were a lot of girls with heavy make-up.

One of his, already very drunk, friends ran up to you and started flirting with you.

"Hey little one, maybe we can dance together in the other room...?" His speech was just gibberish. It was hard to understand what exactly he was saying.

Liam, seeing this, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth. His blood was boiling. He was furious, but not at you. At that idiot who dared to talk to his sister...his little sister...