61 Colourful troubles

"Why the hell am I travelling alone!?" I exclaimed angrily at no one in particular. But everyone knows that it was directed to my eldest brother, my supposed guardian, Dominic.

"What's the problem in traveling alone?" Dominic asked with a shrug of his shoulder. 

I glared at him in shock. I looked at my other three brothers for help. But they were also looking back at me helplessly. I wonder what Dominic did this time to blackmail them that they are not letting out a single word out of their mouth. 

"What's the problem? Let me tell you the problems. I could get kidnapped. I could get shot. Some creepy dude can rape me and kill me and dump my body in a dumpster of Chicago. Aren't these possibilities enough problems?" I exclaimed loudly while taking the attention of the passing people toward us.