Posted by: DIYwriting | December 7, 2021

Looking For

“You know what I am here for.”  Chris crossed his arms and waited.  My stepfather was an imposing man and was not someone to be messed with.  I wasn’t going to back down this time.  I had backed down too many times in the past. 

“No, I don’t know what you want.  You’re going to have to help me out here.”  I slowly moved toward my open bedroom door.  Since his knee surgery, he couldn’t move as fast, but he was still strong.  If I could get out of my bedroom door, I could get down the stairs and out the front door with no problems. 

My mom would be home any minute, but I’m not sure how much she’ll believe of what I had to say.  Chris was after the drugs he thought I was using.  I had come home sick from school to see his lines on the coffee table.  I ran up the stairs to my room before he came out of the bathroom in hopes he wouldn’t know what I had seen. 

When he knocked on my bedroom door, I pretended to be asleep already and he eventually left me alone.  Now I knew his dirty little secret and knew what signs to look for.  I also knew my stepbrother was the one stealing from his stash. 

When he made his move, I ran toward the door.  The last thing I remembered was his hand grabbing at my ankle before falling headfirst down the stairs. 


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