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to ask for yo

ke up to yelling or if it was that Huncho alwa

e we all live here." An u

they yelling? I scanned the room for any sort of clock. When I saw that it was 7:15,

re talking to? Because I

about what happened and what made him speak with that tone

nt to protect her just for him, but there are limits." The unfamiliar voice

yell about yelling. I got myself out of bed, put my shoes back on,

ke, think clearly for

o think?" He laughed and said, "I'm going to

ow, and she will stay her

ve you have the heart to sleep in the same

away from the door and twisted the knob. I walked out into t

hated it. But I was scared. I was terrified. What did

your room." Huncho

made him take a step in front of them. That gesture was enough for me to kno

w." His voice was getting

d at the three boys that

now?" From his voice, I recognised that he was the

nto his eyes and as

Huncho w

ack at Huncho, "Why don

aid to the man next to him, but

is lip. He dug his hand into the pants pockets and turned his back to me. I wasn't sure if he was making fun of me and trying to hide his laughter, or if he w

tell me!

ouder, getting closer to

d red, He took hold of my arm between his hands and dragged me back into the room befo

the room, you go back in the room. You're here under my eyes. So, when I tell you something, I say it for a r

me that it took me a few minutes to take it in.

index finger at me. I was ta

d voice will make me get scared and follow you. I am not obliged to do all of this. So by tonight, I will be gone." I was calm and patient. But I made

and said, "Are you stupid? There are

led my arm from his grip and slapped him on the cheek, saying, "Don't hold me like that ever again." I hissed at him. I glared at him with red eyes, then tu

elled back. Maybe I was

d and tried to push him out of the way, b

e screa

f we were having a competit

ke care of you." His tone lowered, but his eyes never blinked, lookin

myself, not knowing what to say to ma

e simpl

ink about it more. Even if I had a car, I needed to pass by the entrance, and I was sure that whoever was standing on it knew not to let me out. Why would Dad have a room in this house? The room was huge, with his portrait filling half of the wall on top of the bed. "What did you do?" I whispered, looking straight into my father's