A few weeks later, I went outside. It was actually pretty nice outside. I sat on the porch steps. My brothers followed a couple of minutes later. They rode their scooters around the block and back. Later on, Jonathan came oitside. He started hitting me. I hit him back and got mad.
"What are you getting mad for?" I asked, "You hit me first."
He looked at me.
"Do you remember that day when I left to see if your mom was calling you?" he asked.
"Yep." I replied.
"The reason I took so long was because she asked me where you were." he said.
"What are you talking about?" I asked confused.
"I lied to her and told her that you were thirsty, so you came in my house to get something to drink."
"Oh. That has nothing to do with you hitting me." I said.
"I should tell her that you didn't really come in my house." he said.
"Okay," I said, "Go tell her."
I got up and walked to the door.
"Come on. I'll do you a favor and open the door for you." I opened the screen door.
"You coming or not?" I asked him. He got up and walked over to me.
"Okay, I will." he said. I grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. He hollered my mom's name and looked at me. I felt kind of scared, but also fearless. I didn't feel like myself. I felt like I didn't have a care in the world.
My mom answered. Jonathan walked in. I went and sat down on the porch steps. I waited. He came back outside.
"So did you tell her?" I asked.
"No." he replied.
He thought that I was going to get scared so he could blackmail me.
