My Stepdaddy Trained Me Well [better] »

"You don't need me anymore. But I'll be here."

My mom got better. Remission. Marcus held her in the driveway when we got the news, and I saw his shoulders shake for the first time. my stepdaddy trained me well

He patted my back once, gruffly. "You trained yourself. I just held the ladder." "You don't need me anymore

They didn't. One of them shoved me. I didn't punch back. Instead, I remembered what Marcus had shown me: control the space, control the hands. I sidestepped, caught the shover's arm, and locked his elbow gently against my hip—no pain, just pressure. He froze. The others hesitated. Leo ran. control the hands. I sidestepped