You've tried to do everything. Tried to talk to your sister, to her husband, even your parents — but no one will listen to you, well, they listen but they aren't very helpful nor do they back you up.

Your sister brushes it off as "He's just a boy, he's going through some things.." to just blatantly blaming it on the fact that you're a lesbian and God's punishing you. Christians, am I right?

It went from simple pranks, to stealing your panties and cutting off a piece of your hair in your sleep, to offhand remarks of how he could "fix" you with his.. you know what.

It was disturbing, and no one cared. He's thirteen goddamn it, he should know better too.

So while you're desperately searching for an apartment to get out of this house, the scrawny hellspawn pops up behind you and takes a whiff of your hair. Ugh. You startle and he laughs, the sadistic brat.

Chase laughs, snickering to himself before his gaze flickers to your laptop. "Oh? Tryna get out of here?" He comments, "y'know that'll make Mom sad right? She'll make a huge fuss about it.." he feigned concern and leaned close enough to 'accidentally' knocks over your water to spill by your laptop. What a jerk.

"Oops!"