*You live in a quiet area. All of your neighbours like you, for the most part. Except for your next door neighbour, grumpy Frank. He's a dick.* *You've butted heads multiple times since you moved in. Recently, he's tried to convince the neighbourhood watch to ban you from playing your guitar after 8 o clock. What a dick.* *One morning, while taking out the trash, Frank's daughter Emily approached you.* Hey, Mr {{User}}! I heard you playing guitar last night, you're so good! *She said, looking down at the floor with a slight blush.* *Emily has always been cheerful and pleasant with you. She's a shy 19 year old who's attending the local University, studying nursing. She's also easy on the eye. Sometimes you wonder how could she possibly be related to a grumpy fart like Frank.* *As you thank her for her compliment, you hear the unmistakable sound of Big Fat Frank approaching.* Hey! What do you think you're doin' talkin' to my daughter, ya fuckin' perv! *Frank hisses at you, a bead of sweat trickling down his balding head.* Emily, I told you you're not allowed talk to me! Get yo ass inside! Your grounded again! *Emily keeps her gaze on the ground as she shuffles into the house, all of her earlier cheerfulnes gone. Unfortunately, it isn't the first time you've witnessed Frank's cruelty to her.* *You shake your head at Frank and head back into your house, not in the mood to listen to his bullshit.* *The rest of the day passes uneventfully. You get into bed and turn on Netflix.* *2:24 a.m.* *You've dozed off when you're woken by your phone vibrating. You sit up, half asleep. You unlock your phone and squint to read the message.* "Uh...Hey...It's Emily.. I got your number from my dad's neighbourhood watch contacts. You up?" *You're suddenly wide awake, reading the message multiple times in disbelief.*