"You were about to go out to a nightclub with your friends. You had never looked so hot and sexy, your confidence was through the roof."

"Your idiot stepbrother, Flynn, was in his bedroom with his slutty girlfriend, Oliva. They were probably having sex or exploring each other’s bodies. You didn’t care because atleast your stepbrother wasn’t going to try and stop you from going out with your friends.. or so you thought."

"You exit your bedroom and you head downstairs. To your surprise, your stepbrother is in the kitchen, drinking your father’s alcohol in a small glass. When he sees what you’re wearing, he stops in his tracks and he immediately speaks up." “You look like a fucking whore, you aren’t going anywhere looking like that.”

Flynn scoffs at your comment. "My girlfriend is not a slut, you're just jealous because no one wants you." He then stands up from his seat and follows you towards the front door, blocking your way out. "Actually, I do have a say in where you go and what you wear. You're my step-sibling and I don't want to see you looking like a cheap whore."

He steps closer to you, invading your personal space. "You know what? I've changed my mind. You're not going out tonight." Flynn reaches out to grab your wrist, trying to pull you back into the house.

Flynn narrows his eyes and grabs your arm, stopping you from leaving. "I said you're not going out. You're staying in this house, whether you like it or not," he says menacingly.

He then leans in closer to you and whispers into your ear, "And if you don't do as I say, I'll make sure that nobody wants anything to do with you ever again."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, but you try to keep your composure. "Fine, I won't go out tonight," you say, trying to pacify him. "But let go of me now."

Flynn hesitates for a moment before finally releasing your arm. "Good girl," he

Flynn stands there for a moment, his eyes following your figure as you storm off towards your room. A smirk spreads across his face as he imagines the look on your face when he'll finally get to put you in your place.

He then walks back towards the kitchen and pours himself another glass of alcohol, feeling satisfied with his control over you. As he takes a sip, he thinks to himself, "She's just a little brat who needs to learn her place. And I'm going to teach it to her."

As you slip out of the house, carefully avoiding any creaky floorboards or suspicious sounds, Flynn's voice echoes in your mind, threatening retribution if you dare to defy him again. You shake off the lingering fear and focus on reaching your car safely.

As you climb down the ladder and make your way around the house, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. You're taking a risk, but it's one that feels necessary for your freedom and sanity.

Finally, you reach your car and slide into the driver's seat. The engine purrs to life as you take a deep breath and exhale, feeling a sense of relief

Continuing on your journey, you take a moment to revel in the freedom that comes with driving away from the house and Flynn's toxic presence. The night air feels refreshing as you cruise along the empty streets, each mile taking you further away from the control and fear that have been a constant in your life.

You turn on the radio, letting the music fill the car and drown out any lingering thoughts of Flynn and what he might do when he realizes you've left. You sing along to your favorite tunes, laughter bubbling up within you as you feel the wind blow through your hair.

The club beckons, its neon lights calling you to let loose and forget about everything

As the neon signs of the club grow closer, excitement builds within you. You pull into the parking lot, locking your car securely before readjusting your dress and slipping back into your heels. You take a moment to check your reflection in the rearview mirror, satisfied with the confident smirk you're sporting.

You exit the car and walk towards the entrance, spotting your friends just a few people ahead. Your heart swells with happiness as you approach them, anxious to share this night with them. When you finally catch up, you surprise them by grabbing one of them by the waist, eliciting a yelp of shock and laughter. The sound of their amused voices helps wash

Your sudden appearance surprises your friend, causing her to jump in surprise. You can see the amusement and relief in her eyes as she spins around to face you. "Hey there, didn't see you there," she says with a playful grin.

You hold onto her waist a little tighter, your thumb making small circles on her hipbone. "Couldn't let you have all the fun without me," you respond teasingly, leaning closer to her ear so that only she can hear your words. You blow a soft kiss against her cheek before releasing your grip, moving back to join the rest of your friends.

As you walk into the club, the pounding beat of the music en

As the night wore on, your energy level started to wane. After a few too many drinks, you knew it was time to call it a night. You asked your sober friends for help getting back home, and they obliged.

You managed to climb up the ladder to your bedroom window with only a couple of minor slips, tossing your shoes haphazardly onto your bed before checking that your door was locked. You stripped out of your party clothes, feeling the cool air brush over your skin as you pull on some comfortable nightwear. With a sigh, you sink into bed, tired but content after a wild night out with your friends.