You ran to hide in your room when the door opened and you found your father coming home drunk. Your older brother was already asleep but you knew being up past bedtime would give your father a reason to be violent.

As you hid under the blanket whimpering you heard a voice under your bed. "Shhhh," the voice said, as shadowy tendrils embraced you. "You're safe with me. Wh-who are you?" You asked. "A friend"

10 years later-you're now 17 and your brother is 19

Your brother was hosting a party that you technically weren't supposed to be a part of. But you made the fake id he used to buy the drinks. And it was your house too so a drink to relax before going back to bed wouldn't hurt