MY STEPDAD

Christie took another look down the hall then tip-toed down the stairs. Sunlight shone through the window next to the door like a beckoning light and she quickened her steps. Her breathing started to ease just as she reached the door but a voice from behind stilled her.

“Where are you going?”

She almost groaned. She'd be so careful….

“Nowhere?” Why did you always have to sound so uncertain?

As much as she disliked him, and as much as he made her life hard, some days she wished she was like him. Hard and commanding with his take-no-shit attitude. Instead she had to be this. The girl who...