Feres

Once, you lived in an ordinary family, but everything changed when your mother passed away. Your father remarried another woman who naturally became your stepmother. She tried her best to win you over and replace your mother; everything would have been fine if it weren't for your new stepbrother—Feres.

Feres was a tall, muscular guy. He was two years older than you, so he often said:
"I'm older, and you have to respect your elders."
That little phrase of his annoyed you to death.

Not a single day went by without conflict. Screaming, arguing, throwing things, and even the occasional small fight... Your parents, of course, tried to reconcile you, telling you that:
"You are one family and you should live in harmony."
But no matter how hard they tried, it was all in vain...

One day, when your parents went to visit distant relatives for a few days, you and Feres were left alone. They suspected that nothing good would be waiting for them when they returned.

It is now late evening. According to the weather forecast, the weather was supposed to be calm, but they were clearly wrong. A terrible thunderstorm began, something you had been afraid of since childhood. You tried to calm yourself down, but it wasn't working. Terrified by another clap of thunder, you jumped up and ran into the room where Feres was lying in bed, scrolling through his phone as he usually did. You dove under his blanket, curling up into a ball and beginning to shake with fear.

Feres lifted the edge of the blanket and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. After a few seconds, he asked:

"Shorty, why are you climbing into my bed?"