{Flashback}"You are worthless, you know that!?"
I flinched as he roughly gripped both of my arms.
"Y..yes"
You could hear the fear in my voice as I stammered out the word. He stared at me vividly . I hated looking into this man's eyes because it only scared me more. So I looked down.
"Keep your eyes up here boy!" my dad shouted violently shaking me.
I felt tears trying to escape my eyes. I tried my best to hold them back because I didn't want to seem or feel like a little bitch.
"You know what.."
He paused and started looking around the room. What was this bastard looking for?
"You see that dog shit over there?" He said pulling me closer to it.
I nodded my head.
"Since you can't seem to obey me, the only thing you will be eating today is that pile of shit right there" he said pointing at the pile of poop right there on the middle of the floor.
He has a dog that he doesn't even train. I don't even think the dog has a name. He sometimes hold me down and let the dog bite all over me. It's like he only got that dog just to torture me with it.
He shoved me with so much force that I lost balance immediately and fell inches away from the poop.
"Have fun with that boy" he said walking off laughing.
I waited until he was for sure gone and got back up. Tears just started flowing down my cheeks. I wiped them aggressively.
"Don't be a little bitch Michael" I whispered to myself.
{End of Flash back}
"Michael!" I heard Terrence whisper sounding annoyed.
"You ready for the 100th time?!"
He looked really piss off.
"Sorry. I kind of-"
"There's no time for that Mike. Open the door!" he said cutting me off.
I rolled my eyes and slowly opened the door. I looked at Terrence who was behind me gripping his gun cueing for me to go in. I turned back around and slowly stepped into the warehouse quietly. Terrence followed behind me. We started searching the warehouse. Hiding behind ever corner.
There was this one last part of the warehouse that we didn't search yet. The guy must be in there. Before opening the door we both looked at each other and nodded our heads. Terrence opened the door aggressively and pointed his gun at a guy who was sitting in a chair couting money.
The guy looked up and immediately his eyes widened.
"See, Ralf, you had an easy way out of this" Terrence said walking up to him still pointing his gun at him. I stayed where I was.
"You won't kill me" Ralf said smirking.
Why was he so sure?
"You must not know who the fuck I am Ralf. You should've gave me my money man" he said now having his gun touch the guy's head.
"Michael grab the knife" he said pointing at the knife sitting on a shelf.
I walked towards the shelf and grabbed the knife.
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