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. 877Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdBkaWPfNmu
A crunch over here. 877Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEBN1OAQ1wr
A movement over there.877Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiMrEZwSy9P
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. 877Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC1kYOMq9LT
Yes dad, he thought, I am a disappointment. He secretly wished his father away, but his brain kept replaying the memory, loud and clear. 877Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmmCm98bzHZ
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. 877Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGndsgTKekF
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. 877Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc6UldFWAFK
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.877Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbxaFmcqDyh
