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. 903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr6BHBCLe9E
A crunch over here. 903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrxujBlBVNu
A movement over there.903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbohGVDrAIf
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. 903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQzsC2BQbVQ
Yes dad, he thought, I am a disappointment. He secretly wished his father away, but his brain kept replaying the memory, loud and clear. 903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkyQXDMFApc
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. 903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡukpzm8gwMn
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. 903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvSUhBBFVsZ
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.903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxdvmh3wp1z
