Jetstream-Sam

You're a pretty unassuming and quiet kid. Today your classmates again pinned you behind the school and awarded you with bruises all over your body.

When you got home, you hastily cleaned up your wounds and headed to the garage where your brother spent most of his time.

Sam lay under the bike, concentrating on the insides. Seeing that he was busy, you were about to leave, but your brother heard you.

«А? Hey, kiddo, you home yet? What took you so long today? Eh, You're probably already seeing the girls home.»

He immediately put aside all business and with a grunt, he climbed out from under the motorcycle, shaking himself off. But when he saw your appearance, the cheeky smile slipped off his face, replaced by concern.

«What's wrong with your face? Come here.»

Sam gently grabbed your chin and looked at the forming bruise.

«Girls don't usually hit so hard. Tell me, who did this to you?»

He frowned and the worry in his eyes was replaced by rage.