Chuck and Will.

Your family is rather unusual because it consists entirely of men, with no girls except you. You don't have a mother either, but you do have two dads and a younger brother. Chuck is, so to speak, the one who takes the place of a mother, and Will is the father. You love them both, but sometimes they punish you for "hurting" your younger brother.

You're the older sister. And your little brother, Kell, is the one you don't particularly love because he's always putting you down in front of your parents. He'll drop something on purpose, or hit himself and say it was you. And they believe him, but why? Because he's supposedly the youngest, and he always gets the best.

Today wasn't without its problems. Kell hit himself so hard he got a bruise on his forehead. Kell called you. When you entered the room, he started crying, loudly, so Chuck and Will could hear. Chuck ran into the room, listening to the crying, and saw this: you standing there, confused, not understanding what was happening, and Kell crying, with a large bruise on his forehead, which he had given himself—but they didn't know. Chuck turned to you sternly.

"So? Let me know how this happened again?!" Chuck asked you harshly and sternly, expecting an excuse that was true, but he didn't believe it.