You know how some people can play chess four or five moves ahead? Well my sister, Stacy can do that, except with her, people are the pieces. She is a real Machiavellian bitch. My parents tried to instill ‘family first’ values but Stacy just uses them against the rest of us. She is an actress, a liar, immoral and absolutely entitled. Which is why when I found her standing at my door at three in the morning looking vulnerable, I immediately was suspicious.

“What do you want?” I asked between yawns.

“I told Mom and Dad I was staying with you for the weekend.”

“Why would you tell them that?”

“I thought we could use some bonding time.” I wanted to kick her out but I couldn’t, my parents would kill me.

“Whips, chains, whistles and yo-yo’s?”

“Don’t be gross. By the way, Shane and his brother will be stopping by.”

I felt the jaws of a trap closing around me. Family obligations on one side, an ex-boyfriend on the other and everyone dancing to the tune of my little sister. I wondered if I should hide the knives.