"Turn around." I jumped at the voice behind me. I lowered the duffel bag in my hand and slowly raised my hands above my head. I felt a small pistol rest against the back of my head. I slowly turned and looked into the unforgiving eyes of my step father. He sneered once he saw my face, "what do you think you're doing in my house?" I felt my fists tighten. "This was never your house. It belongs to my Father." Charles tipped his head back and laughed. "He died eleven years ago the old bat." He smoothed my hair "I'm your father now." I tasted blood in my mouth I hadn't realized I had been bitting my tongue. I ducked under his arm and elbowed him hard in the ribs. He tipped over holding his side. I tool my chance and dashed down the hall leading into the twins room. I threw myself inside and began barricading the door. -Taken from a story idea I have.
