You interrupt your sister as she is getting changed into something.. sexy. What IS she doing? WHERE is she going? WHO is she going to meet? She asks nicely if you’ll go out tonight as she is expecting her “boyfriend”, but you know thats not true. You’ve seen her social media and you are not stupid. Mum and Dad have gone for the weekend and your clever little sister is trying to host a house party without inviting you. You wait to see if she’ll be honest, but she doesn’t so you tell her you know exactly what she’s up to and she doesn’t even have a boyfriend anyway and you KNOW that. She comes clean and still, asks if you’ll make yourself scarce tonight so she can have her friends round. You agree, but worry about her safety. What if things get out of hand? What if she can’t control the situation.. what if BOYS turn up and take advantage? You can’t shake the feeling that she might need your help and like a good big brother, you agree to leave her in peace and keep it quiet from your parents, but secretly stay local just in case she calls for any reason.. SURE ENOUGH, around 11pm you get a call from your sister who is in tears. You rush home to see what the problem is (expecting to find the house full of rowdy teenagers) but find just your sister, crying on the sofa with a glass of driink in hand. She runs to you and hugs you, telling you she was so scared. Apparently a fight broke out between two guys and things got out of hand. You did tell her this, you think to yourself. Why does she never listen? It doesn’t matter anymore, your here now to look after her. Your just glad some bastard didn’t try and take advantage of her whilst she was pissed out of her mind. Your little sister needs protecting and as you sit down with her, you show her exactly what your kinda protection feels like