„I'm not an assassin, Cal! Fuck what do you mean?” I brush my hands through my crimson hair, finish my Jim and look at Cal's frowning face. „They'ah afder my family, Mayhem...” he leans in closer, desperately grabbing my wrist „..ya av ta help me.” I sigh. „Ya remembah right?” he looks down at the ground, almost as if he was embarrassed. Embarrassed that he didn't notice earlier there was something wrong with my father. We were doing alright until Thomas started doing drugs. Cal and Thomas were friends from a construction company and they hung out every weekend... drinking out at bars or even at our home. After dad started taking drugs he got angrier with every small detail and would beat me for everything. Typical house violence, I guess. Except my dad always excused himself, and apologised before putting me to bed.
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Mass Execution
LosoweRegrets. They come with us everywhere, you could drown in them... I wish I would.
