I Won't Be A Murder Victim (Again)!
"Just help me out this once, man. I just made it to the final round, and I can't leave the game. Help your little brother out for a change? You're the best, J."
It was 2:00 a.m. Chad asked me to go downstairs and pick up his takeout. I wanted to refuse because I was still recovering from a broken foot, but he did not look capable of tearing his eyes from the screen for even a second.
Thus, I agreed and stepped outside.
Without warning, something like a stream of comments flashed across my mind.
[No! Somebody stop him!]
[That delivery guy is your brother's roommate! He's got a knife!!!]
[Lil' Bro knows that already, J! He's using you as a human shield to buy himself time!]
I froze. I turned to go back inside.
The door would not budge. Chad had already locked it.
The elevator chimed down the hall. The comments in my head spiraled into chaos.
[The killer is here! Get out of there, Big Bro!]