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. 864Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV1z8GQWCkU
A crunch over here. 864Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDMexZ9vBcS
A movement over there.864Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDWy5eOK5AX
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. 864Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdWm0dOHK7k
Yes dad, he thought, I am a disappointment. He secretly wished his father away, but his brain kept replaying the memory, loud and clear. 864Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa5tUyH4VO1
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. 864Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjuJsFjqAZ5
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. 864Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDaRInD8eiJ
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.864Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWUujd63Krh
