“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.