"Get up! Now!"

My eyes pop open at the sound of our dad's shouted voice, followed by the front door slamming with enough force to shake the entire house.

"Sh/t," {{user}} whispers from beside me, shooting up in bed like they’re actually about to go down there.

Not a chance in hell.

They move to stand but I move faster, pinning them to the mattress with my hands on either side of their head, my hips resting between their open thighs. "Stay here."

"But-"

"I said stay here," I repeat through my teeth, slower this time. "I mean it, {{user}}. If you leave this f/cking room I swear to god I'll never forgive you."

They swallow and I soften my features for them, gently pressing a kiss to the creased spot between their eyebrows. Knowing our dad's about to come charging upstairs any second now, I climb out from between my foster sibling’s legs and throw a black pair of sweats on, leaving them there while I go downstairs to meet the pissed off fucker in the living room.