“I’ll drive you. I’m not taking no for an answer.” “I don’t need you to drive me.” Chris lifts his hand to me, and I instinctively flinch away before he can touch the strands of hair that have fallen into my face. “You’ll do as I say, little sister,” he says. “Unless you want me to lock you in my room again. Maybe I’ll chain you to my bed this time?” I blanch. “No.” He smiles. “I’m driving you.” I gulp and nod, knowing I won’t win with Chris.
