Opening Up: Non-Fiction Stories about Give and Take, Volume 1

Chapter 13 - by Bob Stevenson

   The window pane opened with a creak, the trees were a vibrant Autumn red, the car was rolling by on a steady pace. We were on our way home. I proceeded to open the door, it opened without an hitch. As I walked inside my brothers greeted me gruffly, I was late, I realized. I proceeded to help around the house, as is my responsibility, then went to have dinner. As I proceeded upstairs to go on my laptop my father called my name.

“Bob, I need one hundred dollars!” he said in an not so polite way. I responded accordingly.

I walked slowly to open my drawer. Everyone knew I was quite protective when it came to money. I thought it was some sort of practical joke so I roughly grabbed all the change in my wallet and handed it to my father. He gave me a strange look.

“Whats this?” he asked

I responded in a rude way “One hundred dollars, count it up.”

He laughed and said “Seriously, go get me your money.”

I grumbled off upstairs when I heard my brother and father laugh.

I said to my self “Ugh! Beat again!” I ran back down and I quickly said “Okay, that’s enough, I’m not taking anymore of this!”

My brother’s and father’s laughs ended abruptly, my father responded with an all business tone

“Get it. Now.”

I eyed him carefully then proceeded to slowly walk back up the stairs, I was quite angry that he actually had the gall to ask me for money, completely knowing that I don’t surrender it easily.

I walked back down and handed him the bill then quickly said

“I expect one’fifty tomorrow.”