One Call Away

Coming back to home after a really long time is the best feeling, finally living your whole life with your siblings and old friends. But what if a stepbrother is being too paranoid about protecting his young stepsister and told all the guys that shouldn't be alone with her, even though an old friend ended up mean so much than her thought.

I was just an 18 years old random teenage girl, lived all by myself in a top floor of a cheap rent flat on the "other" side of Broadway and just graduated from high school. But the next morning I officialy moved and stayed over Thomas' and best friend Isaac big townhouse in England. After heard about my graduation, two of my step siblings offered to take me in - and I chose to live with Thomas, my stepbrother. I'd seen my family in England a lot before but I lived nearly five years in New York and never been so excited to finally spend the rest of my life with them. Or shouldn't I be excited about it when things didn't go well as I thought?