Bully stepbrother

1. Door

I've called more than five bicycle shops nearby, but the response was always the same: "Get a new bike," they said, as if it's given out for free.

It's not that I can't afford a new bike. In fact, besides my tuition fee and some extra money my parents usually add to my account for living expenses, I also have eighty-three thousand dollars saved up for the Range Rover my parents promised to get me as soon as I got my driving permit.

But knowing that even if I got a new bike, Caden would continue to destroy it, I would rather have my old one repaired.

Fortunately, I finally got through to a polite guy who took down my home address and offered to help later in the evening, as part of his off-site service.

I don't know how to feel because that means I won't be getting my textbooks today.

Great! Caden has succeeded in ruining my day, as usual. How sad.

I went back to the apartment and turned on the sixty-inch television after grabbing a bag of nacho cheese Doritos and a coffee mug.

The place is a moderately-sized room combined with a kitchen and dining table. It came furnished, so Mom didn't have to worry about getting new stuff for us.

In the living room area, the dark wooden floor is covered with a comfortable beige rug. There are two leather couches with cozy small multi-colored square pillows, a recliner, and a set of wooden coffee tables and end tables on each side of the couches. The television is mounted against the white wall above the fireplace. To the left, we have our bookshelf filled with books and some wall frames.

Behind the living area is the kitchen, where we have a side-by-side refrigerator and built-in appliances, including a dishwasher. Next to the worktop is a four-seat dining table.

The apartment is a portable two-bedroom, one-bathroom, and a laundry room building. Although Caden's bedroom is the biggest, mine has enough space too.

After flipping through different channels, I settled on watching "Friends." That show has always managed to make me smile after every fight and argument with Caden. I think that's what I need right now while I angrily stuff chips in my mouth.

I wanted to call Mom, but the family video call is scheduled for later in the evening, which means I have to wait for hours until Caden gets home.

Still, I feel restless about not having my things ready, so the comedy show didn't work out as well as it used to. What made me feel slightly better was cussing Caden out loud and hitting the couch repeatedly.

I didn't even care about making myself an elaborate meal. I just relied on the party-sized bag of Doritos and bottled water until evening.

That jerk stayed out for almost the entire day. It's already 5:47 pm, and there is no sign of him. I don't know where to direct my anger until an idea comes to mind.

I smiled just as wickedly as Caden would when my legs took me towards his bedroom. Bingo! His keys were attached to his door. That made it easier for me.

I entered his bedroom and locked the door behind me, leaving the keys in their place. This means he won't be able to use another key to enter. He won't have access to his belongings or a place to sleep. Even better, no room for him to bring unknown girls.

Feeling like Lord Baelish after successfully executing a plot, I walked over to the window.

This apartment is different from our house back in New York. Of course, it is. Our home is a single-family two-story building, while this is a tall five-story building, and we're located on the fourth floor.