It was a week before Christmas as I laid in my bedroom reading a magazine made for teenage girls with boyfriend problems. Typical. My mom and new step dad Mark went out a few hours ago to get a Christmas tree, along with a few last minute groceries and gifts. The air was chilly and stale as light breezes came in through the screen, making me shiver as I was wearing just a black tank top and red shorts, typical night clothes no matter what the temperature was outside.
Closing the window with a light bang, I resumed reading the magazine I carelessly threw across the bed. Nothing was really that interesting to me as I fingered through the pages, it was just something to do, and I was bored out of my mind. I heard the door downstairs open and close, assuming it was mom and Mark home already, I ignored it. Soon it was quiet, that is until I heard sharp knocks against my door, to soft to be my mother's, yet to hard to be Mark's. I grumbled annoyingly as I realized who it was. Mark's nineteen year old son and my new step brother Matt. He was home for break much like I was. Except he got out a week late due to his finals running slow, I had been off four days already. It was nice without dealing with his comments and jabs towards me attending a local school and not a State University like him.
The knocks continued as I huffed. I really didn't want to deal with his shit right now, and I dreaded coming into a fake happy family conversation with him at dinner.
"Be right there!" I called. Shoving the magazine under the pillows and straightening up my bed.
"Lisa, let me in, now!" his voice was gruff and dangerous, I rolled my eyes as I answered the door, I hated Matt more than I had ever disliked anyone, it was obvious he didn't like me much either.
"Yes, brother dear? How may I be of service to you this fine evening?" I almost lost it as his light blue eyes grew to a dark sapphire and his arms flexed, he was pissed off and I found it hilarious.
"Let me in your goddamn room!" he slammed the door open, barely crushing my hand that could've been wedged in the door if I hadn't moved it.
"Congratulations, you're in my room, mission accomplished, see ya." I said motioning to the door. He chuckled a dark laugh and laid on my bed, he was not phased by my now foul mood he put me in.
"Where's my dad and Sarah?" he asked, kicking off his Jordan sneakers and propped his hands behind his head, as if he had no intention of leaving.
"Christmas shopping. Now will you leave?" he avoided the question.
"When did they leave?"
"Just an hour ago. Get out."
"When will they be back?" I glanced at him stupidly.
"Oh, I get it, you're just here to annoy me. Does it look like I fucking know what time they'll be home, Matt? Am I with them? No."
