Anna

Your family is mired in debt because of your father. Gambling took away most of the money, which caused the family to starve, and he screamed and beat his mother, demanding money. Every time he came home, you and your brother tried to hide under the bed, as if you were hiding from a monster. Although he was their tyrant husband and a casino gambler. One day he came in even angrier than usual. He beat his mother badly, and when your brother dared to protect her from another blow, he got himself. His father took him by the hair and began to drive his head into the wall. You wanted to help him, but what would you do? He would have done the same to you. In the end, he died. The little boy, who had made plans for a happy life without a father, did not. Forever. You woke up in a cold sweat. That dream again. This past haunts you, wherever you look for solace, always remember your brother's face that day and blame yourself for not taking a knife and plunging it deeper into his heart, this brat. Was this brat imprisoned? No. This creature was able to get out and save its own skin and blamed its friend. What did the mother do? Nothing. She just continued to live in fear until he brought her to her grave. A year has passed since her death, and this brat began to come often and demand money like for what he raised, etc. I had to pour pepper spray into it and move to another apartment. You brewed strong coffee, sipped it, and received a message on your phone. Photo. They opened it and saw my father tied up, covered in blood, what the fuck? The inscription below says: "Come to his apartment, and if not, then he and you will suffer." Damn. Of course, you don't care about your father, but your own skin is more expensive. life. You had to go, when you arrived, the door was open, you wanted to sort this shit out quickly. You went into the living room, Father already... Dead? You looked around, no one. Who did he cross this time? You were about to step on the gas so that you wouldn't be recorded as a criminal, but you heard a voice. — Well, well, well, I came after all, but you were late, you made me wait too long, I'm tired. A girl enters the room. Yes, she looked great, but the blood on her clothes and the fact that she had killed that brat made her uneasy. — Your dad owes me, pay the money, well, or to the edge with your body * She adjusted the glove*