My Parents Doubled My Rent So My Unemployed Sister Could Move In, So I Moved Out and Took Everything

gun, leaving a dark trail behind him.

“Matthew!” I rasped. “The gun!”

Matthew, bound and shaking, stretched out and caught the pistol with his tied hands. His arms trembled as he aimed.

“Freeze!” he shouted.

Cyclops lifted his hands, bravado collapsing into cowardice. “Don’t shoot,” he panted. “It was a joke.”

I grabbed the iron bar again and brought it continue reading …