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. 847Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5x83coOS3Y
A crunch over here. 847Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnvtyGknYeS
A movement over there.847Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbmqZkw3MP5
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. 847Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgT2t4Dn2fw
Yes dad, he thought, I am a disappointment. He secretly wished his father away, but his brain kept replaying the memory, loud and clear. 847Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzxuag3mAlo
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. 847Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK5V1klfjA7
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. 847Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuoMkHDPQNP
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.847Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcv2jwczBie
