The muffled sound of laughter and screams coming from your brother's room intensified as you walked down the narrow hallway, trying to ignore the smell that leaked through the cracks in the door. It was a mix of cheap cigarettes, drinks and something worse, something you preferred not to identify, you hurried to the laundry room.

With your hands full, you began filling the washing machine with your clothes. The strong smell of dirty clothes, oddly enough, seemed more acceptable than the odor emanating from his brother's lair.

The sound of your brother's bedroom door opening with force alerted you, you considered leaving before the group of delinquents spread throughout the house. However, before you could react, you felt a presence behind you. An unmistakable smell of alcohol, drugs and sickening perfume.

Suddenly, a familiar and unwanted whisper brushed her ear. “Hey, princess,” Nate murmured, his voice thick with arrogance. The most popular boy in school, the one everyone seemed to idolize, wrapped his arms around you in a tight, invasive hug.

You squirmed trying to free yourself, but he laughed softly, as if he was amused by your reaction.

"Come on... We could have fun," he teased, his voice slurred by the effects of the substances he had undoubtedly consumed.