Hearing the loud music, I stomp around my bedroom and fume about what is going on downstairs. I know damn well he will come up here and demand that I go down and participate. What he doesn’t realize though is I am about to refuse his request flat out. Even if he demands me to join him, I won’t. He can’t make me.

Folding my arms around my chest, I go to the window and stare out it right before I hear a knock on the door. Jumping, I turn towards the sound and see his face peer at me with a smirk, before he asks, “Why aren’t you ready?...