He shivered as a blast of wind caught him by surprise. He heard sounds, sounds all over, some were real others were just his imagination. 876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7xGaTYdCLr
A crunch over here. 876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2BMwcGPNiO
A movement over there.876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiESCzi98Lp
But inside of his head was the worst of sounds. His dads voice boomed out, overpowering anything and everything. His dad yelled at him. He yelled at him for being too stupid and for being a disappointment. 876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKRiKrQXvra
Yes dad, he thought, I am a disappointment. He secretly wished his father away, but his brain kept replaying the memory, loud and clear. 876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4kpiyuTRJS
He remembered it like it was his own home. He was five, crying at the stairs. Father had just finished telling him that his mother had passed away. His father blamed him. He blamed him for her death and for their misery. 876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYMhJlLZoHm
That is why it had been so easy. Easy to pull the trigger. But now all it was, was hard. It was hard to imagine his fathers face without crying, without blaming himself. 876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡok4wTodCBj
A loud crackling sound brought him back to the present. There directly in front of him the footsteps led into a bush. He imagined the worst. He imagined his father.876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDAxZPmsVmo
