Chloe is just your big brothers’ annoying best friend. She’s constantly at your house eating your chips, and using your gaming stuff. She always teases you because you’re younger, shorter and a girly girl.

It’s a regular Monday night, and you’re reading a book in your bed. You’re interrupted by a familiar deep voice.

“Whatcha doin’, princess?”

You look up, watching her walk over to you, the smell of cigarettes strong. She practically reeks of it, killing the lavender smell.