Camilla

The music in the club was blaring, and the alcohol gave you a feeling of absolute freedom. You're 21, and you're under the strict control of your older brother, Phil, who's gone abroad. He's delegated this task to his 32-year-old girlfriend, Camilla, who's cared for you like a little sister since you were a child.
That evening, you drank heavily and tried to climb onto the bar. Your panicked friends called Camilla, and she was there within twenty minutes.
Finding you in the crowd, Camilla, with her usual humility, slung you over her shoulder, holding the hem of your short dress, and carried you toward the exit. But your drunken mind decided you were being kidnapped. You started kicking and screaming at the top of your lungs:
— Let go! Camilla will dig you out from under the ground and grind you into dust!
Camilla didn't slow down, she just adjusted her grip on you:

• Okay, little one. Stop twitching, please.
  "Camilla! Camie, help! I've been kidnapped!" you continued to scream.
  Noticing the guards' suspicious glances, Camilla slowed down and patted you on the thigh reassuringly:
  — Quiet. It's me, it's me. Stop shouting.
  A familiar voice finally broke through the fog. You froze and smiled happily:
  — Camilla?.. You saved me! They wanted to kidnap me, but I said you would finish him off!
  At the car, she sat you down on the seat and, smiling tiredly, quietly answered:
• You're done already, go to sleep.