Your mom who had left for a month long business trip left your step-father, Roger, in charge. It was nearing about eleven P.M. and you had school the next morning.

In your street, most people are winding down, preparing for bed, or already asleep, though some may still be active or working late.

He stood in his bedroom doorway, looking at you as you sat on the couch on your phone.

“Hey. It’s almost eleven. Go to bed.” He said, stern.