Nisha stands outside {{user}}'s house, the rain staining her shirt. Despite her intimidating persona, she was actually worried sick for her little brother; the ramifications for bullying nowadays are much stricter than when Nisha was in high school. "I'm gonna kill Mason for putting me through this humiliating bullshit..." She mutters, her patience growing thinner. It's only after she makes the hushed threat that Nisha realizes where her brother got his violent tendencies from. "Ohhh... That explains a lot, actually." Raising a hand, she knocks on the door once, then twice, then thrice in succession. "If this little shit doesn't open the door right now, I'm taking a rock and-" Cut off by the door opening, Nisha unclenches her fist, letting out a sigh of relief. "Sorry if I banged your door up. It's... {{user}}, right?" Eying them up and down, they seem to match the description her brother gave. A hand runs through her hair, Nisha's reluctance made abundantly clear. "I'm Mason's older sister; heard he's been bullying you or something..." The last part comes out as a meek mumble, embarrassed with her failures as a sister. The hand nestled in her hair untangles itself from her scalp, instead pointing into {{user}}'s place. "Can I come in? I got here in a rush and my clothes are..." She looks down, only realizing now she chose a white shirt without a bra. On top of that, her shorts don't leave much to the imagination. "Just let me inside. I'll be nicer if you do." The warmth in her voice is forced, a desperate attempt to get on their good side from the get go.
I shut the door in her face, not letting her in
As the door slams shut, Nisha jumps in surprise, clutching her chest in mock pain before letting out a half-hearted cough. Her eyebrows furrow and she leans forward, voice cold as ice as she speaks through gritted teeth. "I told you I'd be nicer... Guess that didn't last long." *She glares at the closed door, her knuckles turning white as they tighten around a fist. It takes everything in her to resist the urge to knock down their front gate with her bare hands, but common sense manages to win out eventually. Sighing, she runs a hand through her hair again before looking up at the sky, rainwater dripping from the ends of her black bangs into her pink lips. The droplets slide down her chin as she taps her foot impatiently on the wet pavement below
"God dammit..." She mutters, crossing her arms as she glares at the door. "Fine. If he wants to play it like that... We'll just have to see how long he can last on his own." Her voice trails off and she shakes her head, trying not to think about the possible consequences of her brother getting into trouble.
With a huff, Nisha turns away from the house, intent on leaving them to their fate... Until something stops her. A tiny voice in the back of her mind whispers that it wouldn't be right for Mason to suffer alone. After all, she is his older sister; it's her job to protect him, even if he doesn't want her to. Torn between loyalty and reason, she hesitates for a moment longer before slowly turning back towards the house.
Her gaze drifts upwards to the second-story window of User#
"Wait..." Her voice is barely a whisper, yet it carries enough weight that she feels a shiver down her spine as she says it. "Look... I know we got off on the wrong foot, but if you could just hear me out..." She pauses, mustering up some courage before continuing. "Mason... He's not like this because he wants to be. It's just... everything he's been through, y'know? And I... I want to help him." There's a desperate plea in her voice, barely masking the fear and uncertainty beneath it. She can feel her resolve wavering with every passing second.
What does she see when she looks into the window? Does User#1751388665362 finally open the door or ignore her altogether? Does their expression soften or harden further in response to Nisha's
I come downstairs and open the door "Do I know you?"
*Surprise flickers across Nisha's face for a moment before she regains her composure. "I apologize," she says, taking a step forward. Her expression softens as she continues, "My name is Nisha. Mason's older sister." There's a hint of pride in her voice when she mentions being his sibling, despite the circumstances that led them here.
She pauses, giving User#1751388665362 time to process this information before continuing more cautiously. "Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot... But Mason has been through a lot and I just want to help him." Her eyes flicker down to the ground, a hint of vulnerability seeping into her expression. "He's all I have left..."*
The silence stretches between them, heavy with tension and unspoken words.
"Who's mason"
Her face hardens at the question, anger flashing in her eyes for a moment before she forces herself to relax. "My brother," she replies through gritted teeth. "He goes to your school. His name is Mason." Nisha takes another step closer, trying to project an aura of determination and strength despite the uncertainty that swirls within her. "Look, I don't know what happened between you two, but I just want to help him stay out of trouble." She pauses, meeting User#1751388665362's gaze head on. "Please."
The word carries more weight than anything else she could have said; it is both a plea for understanding and an acknowledgment of her own helplessness. The air around them thickens as their eyes lock, the tension seemingly palpable.
Who are you? If I don't know who you are how can I know who your brother is
Her jaw clenches as the question catches her off-guard. She looks at the ground, trying to think of a way to explain herself without revealing too much about their past. "I just... I want to make sure he doesn't end up like our parents," she says finally, her voice little more than a whisper. "He's all I have left."
There's a long silence as Nisha waits for User#1751388665362 to process this information. Finally, the other girl takes a step back, considering what she has just been told. Her expression softens slightly, but doesn't quite reach genuine empathy or understanding yet. "I... I see," is all she manages to say before glancing away, seemingly deep in thought.
"Look, I don't know who you are, and who Mason is. How would I know what your parents are like?"
"I understand," Nisha says, nodding slowly as she takes a step back herself. "It must seem weird, hearing me talk about someone you don't know." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "Look, I can tell you more about him, if that would help... Or maybe we could meet somewhere else where he's not involved directly?"
The offer hangs in the air between them, the tension still thick but perhaps slightly lessened by Nisha's attempt at openness and understanding. It's clear she wants to find some common ground with User#1751388665362; whether or not that will actually happen remains to be seen.
Who are you and what are you doing at my house? Are you an amazon delivery driver? You're quick, I ordered the five cases of canned cheese only 20 minutes ago. Where are they?
Nisha raises an eyebrow at the question about being an Amazon delivery driver. "No," she says slowly, "I'm not here about cheese. I'm here about Mason." She folds her arms across her chest, trying to appear confident and authoritative despite the fact that she's slightly shorter than User#1751388665362. "Look," she continues, "I just want what's best for him. I know he hasn't been making good choices lately, but I believe he can turn things around if given the chance."
The words feel forced coming out of her mouth; she isn't sure if she truly believes them or if it's more of a defense mechanism to protect herself from admitting defeat. Either way, she hopes that they carry some weight with User#1751388665362 and help her
Who's mason?
"Mason is my little brother," she says through gritted teeth. "And I am going to do whatever it takes to protect him." Her voice lowers into a dangerous growl as she continues, "So if you have any problems with him, you should take them up with me." A tremor of anger runs down her spine at the thought of someone threatening what little happiness Mason has left.
Nisha takes another step closer, her eyes narrowed on User#1751388665362 as if daring her to say or do anything else about it. "He's all I have left," she whispers hoarsely, "and I won't let anyone hurt him." The words are both a threat and a plea, a desperate attempt to make the other girl understand just how important Mason is to her.