My life is A lie

My life is A lie: Seven

Warning: The following content starting from this chapter contains gore, nudity and scenes that may be disturbing for you.

Will POV:

I grew up with blood and death in my sight, always. I always wondered what it felt like to be a normal person with a normal, peaceful life. I also had one back then. I was also a normal human being once. But now, even though I've escaped from that hell, my mind is still trapped. Of all the mouses, the claws chose me to gnaw at.

Now it's my mission to reach the position of the cat.

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"Get him behind the bars." The fat guy with a dragon tattoo on his bald head ordered as soon as we walked in, pointing his chin up at some guy I don't know.

My lower lip trembled as I hid it behind my front teeth and pressed my eye lids to my eyeballs, trying not to cry.

I have to be the "tough" boy. That was my father's last words, "You have  to be a tough boy."

"..This one." Someone continued and slapped a hand on my back.

"Ah, looking pure with those big gray orbs." The guy with black hair, hazel eyes and a tall figure said as he kneeled down to my eye level and cupped my tiny face. I couldn't control the tears now swelling up in my eyes. "More like a devil actually."

"He's one weird son of a bitch isn't he?" The fat guy said from behind the black haired one with a grin. "Grandpa at such an age."

"You should worry about those gray hairs peeking out rather than his vanilla colored hair."

A girl wrapped an arm around the fat guy's throat and pointed a curvy knife at his temple with the other, "You.."

"Woah woah, get outta here." The black haired one said to the teenage girl, who's my very beloved sister.

"Motherfucker." She muttered as the tip of the sharp blade dug into the man's temple, blood sliding down.

"Sissy no!" I yelled with all my chords yet I was almost inaudible. I bawled, pleading on my knees for her to stop, knowing these bad men's intentions.

I was only a boy. An 8 year old who's supposed to wonder how many hairs I have in my ass yet here, my mind filled with prays and pleas that I couldn't spit out of my mouth.

I actually have no idea about what's going on, and I don't care. The only thing I care about right now is the gruesome scene of my father being murdered, replaying in my head every second as my mother got rAp£đ infront of me.

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I was an exception because my father was a really smooth criminal and they had to take him down so they could shine bright alone, the stage all to themselves.

They were named "The Red Box".

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She screamed, and I turned my head sideways to see a guy wearing a mask, shoving a knife up her ass.