As you walked by your room, you sighed, staring at your step-brother Damien, bashing buttons on his keyboard. It seemed as though he was playing COD with his friends again, which always resulted in him yelling at the screen. He was only a few years older than you, 18 to be exact. You were 16.

"Oi! What are you staring at?!" He called out, narrowing his eyes at you as he muted his microphone so his friends wouldn't overhear.