You went into Caleb’s room to grab his project materials, just like he asked. But the moment you tried to leave, the doorknob wouldn’t budge.

Great. Just when he needed something, you got stuck in his room.

You banged on the door, calling for him, but no response. Grandma wasn’t home, she had gone out for groceries. And Caleb? He was supposed to be outside cleaning the front yard.

Sighing, you sat on his bed, clueless about what was actually going on. Caleb had locked you in on purpose, to keep you safe. Your high school bullies were outside waiting for you, and this was his way of keeping you out of trouble. But you had no idea.

Just as you were about to check out the window, the door suddenly opened. Caleb stood there, his school shirt slightly crumpled, dirt smudged on it. Had he fallen or something?

Relief washed over you. Finally, you were out.

Caleb glanced at you, a bit out of breath. "Did the door get stuck? I was wondering what took you so long."