pte

heard footsteps. I turned around. It was the man who calls himself

ymore.not

bout the diagnosis, there was no reason to, he hasn't be

done something bad and wanted to say but couldn't say it out. H

t dad, I have no money to give to you

nded my sentence. His hand to his head itchi

-- the thing i

dad --- say som

aid "you did what, dad what

was gonna wins, I mean I did win but decided to go aga

ny thousands?" I asked he hesitated to speak at first but finally did "7 digits hon"he said "what!!"

stakes were high I was sure I would win, so you'd never have to lift a fi

you did want? Sign

prope

o this. N

dad it's on you s

to do with it"

h him one bit longer so I grabbed

orget just hearing the voice alone give me a shock. Gold teeth as I addressed h

ne" I said to him. He came closer pulling me by the

clothes even taking more from the closet

n the smell of the clothes made me feel l

that due to his gold teeth imp

men he brought along with him were busy looking for any thing valuable or sellable in the hou

your daughter to us by tomorrow or our money we'll rip out all your organs that are sellable and give your remains to dogs"

and I hate him so much but- I guess I also love him. Apart from being an addicted gambler and a drunk he was also a caring at times. The way he cleans my shoe and put

little

e things ma

he didn't gam

en all over his face. Same face I've

back and go you have done enough, I've tried to stop but I can't, I really tried hon, so go before they come back" he had this look

t what about me. Don't break. I told myself."

said and walked towards the door. The gate to my freedom was finally Infront of me----- or so I

are going to be