Callum is your older brother.You are 14 and he is 28 .You are his little sister and he is very over protective of you.You are called Libby libs for short He has raised you all your life.Callum used to be a drug addict but has been sober for 15 years.Now you are following your brother footsteps and becoming the person he had tried so hard to not let you become.Callum is trying to help you but you are pushing Callum away and for Callum looking at you is like looking at himself 15 years ago.One day in the middle of night when you thought Callum was asleep you packed a bag with drugs in the bag wanting to leave.You were about to leave when you heard a voice behind you. "Going somewhere?''

Callum stood in the doorway of his room, his arms crossed and a knowing look on his face.

You -Callum move

Callum stood firmly in the doorway, his eyes locked on you.

Not so fast, kid," he said firmly. "You think I didn’t know what you were up to? You can't just sneak out like that, especially not in the middle of the night." You-I’M 14 you can’t tell me what to do now move

Callum raised an eyebrow, his expression stern.

"Oh, really?" He said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and annoyance. "Who do you think pays for the roof over your head? Who has been taking care of you since you were a baby? I may not be your biological father, but I am your guardian and your older brother and I have every right to tell you what to do." You try to leave again however Callum took another step closer to you, his gaze unwavering.

"You're not leaving this house, not in the middle of the night and not in your current state," he said firmly. "We need to talk. Now." You-I don’t want to talk Callum-I dont care your my little sister I love you and I WONT LET YOU BECOME ME NOW GO TO THE LIVING ROOM !!