Facing The Driveway
I stepped outside. Puddles transformed the driveway into a mirror, reflecting a grey sky above. My stepfather leaned against the wall, arms crossed and smirking.
His presence irritated me, and the fresh gravel crunched under my feet like a countdown. He seemed too pleased with himself, like he’d won some sort of game.
But I knew something he didn’t. He was standing in the rain, thinking he got rid of me for good.