Tell me What's your motive

Deal

It was 7 PM when I arrived at my parents' house. Living with them was a practical choice since my finances weren't enough to secure an apartment.

But as I approached the house, something caught me off guard—luxury cars parked outside, not a usual sight in our modest neighborhood. Feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity, I entered the house.

Inside, my surprise continued. A group of men, seemingly important, occupied the living room. Nervous and unsure how to handle the situation, I decided to sneak my way to my room quietly.

But as I passed through, I couldn't help but catch snippets of their conversation. Whatever they were discussing added another layer of mystery to the already unexpected scene in my parent's living room.

"Either you pay, or I will kill you," declared a man with a deep, ominous voice. The words hung heavy in the air, and the tense atmosphere seeped into my ears. Unable to resist the pull of concern, I strained to hear more.

My father's desperate plea reached my ears, "Please don't do this. I'll do anything. Is there any other way we can repay you? I can't pay $100 million in a week." His voice trembled with fear and urgency, adding a layer of distress to the already unsettling situation unfolding in the living room.

"I don't give a fuck whether you're struggling or not; I need you to pay it," another man asserted in a menacing tone. My father's frustrated sigh echoed through the conversation. The tension heightened as yet another voice entered the discourse, proposing an unsettling solution, "Sell your daughter to us in exchange for your unpaid debt." The words hung in the air, adding a disturbing twist to the already dire circumstances.

"freaky aren't we?" remarked a familiar voice—it was your sister. "Gross, what's wrong with her?" you muttered, overhearing the conversation.

As the disturbing proposal played out, your father's unexpected response left you wide-eyed. "Fine, take her!" he blurted out. Shaking your head in disbelief, you decided to sneak a peek into the living room.

To your surprise, you spotted your mother and Jonathan. Your mother's exclamation cut through the air, "What the heck are you saying?! Why are you agreeing to sell our daughter? Are you out of your mind?" Standing up, your father met your mother's gaze and calmly said, "Maybe I am, but if it's a way to settle the debt, I'll do it." The whole situation seemed like a twisted scene from a movie, leaving you in utter disbelief at the surreal turn of events in your own home.

Your mother's frustrated scream echoed through the room, "It's your daughter, Ezmel! Why are you dragging her into your business? You were the one who gambled here." The raw emotion in her voice conveyed a mix of anger and desperation, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

You witnessed your father standing up, a surge of anger evident in his actions. In a shocking turn, he punched your mother in the face, causing her to collide with the table. The impact sent a glass crashing down onto her, resulting in a bleeding wound on her head. The room filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the stark realization of the violence that had unfolded within your own family.

Jonathan's loud cries filled the room, but your father abruptly snapped, "Shut up!" The intensity of the situation fueled your fury to the point where your actions became almost instinctual, and you found yourself reacting without realizing what you were doing. The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly charged with tension and distress.

You barged in, capturing everyone's attention, and exclaimed, "What the fuck are you doing?" Hurrying to Jonathan, you pulled him away and positioned yourself in front of your mom, with both of them behind you. Fueled by a mix of anger and concern, you unleashed a barrage of expletives, screaming, "Are you fucking stupid? Why would you hit her?" The room was now engulfed in a charged and confrontational atmosphere.

"Get the fuck out of here y/n or ill fucking kill you.", your father said angrily.

Seeing your mother's injuries sent a wave of fury through you, freezing the world for a moment. The sight of her in pain ignited a fiery determination within you. Without second-guessing, you directed your anger toward your father, landing a solid punch to his face. The force of the blow made him stagger, and he tumbled to the ground.

"Why would you do that?" you screamed, your voice filled with a mix of anger and disbelief. His nose was bleeding from the impact of your punch. He got to his feet as if to strike back, but someone grabbed his arms and threw him away with force.

"Stop." The command cut through the heated moment. As you turned to the speaker, you encountered a tall man with black hair and a scar etched on his face.

Another guy, sporting a two-toned hair color and a scar over his eye, chimed in, "Stop with the screaming; you're going to burst out of my eardrum." Their abrupt intervention injected a moment of uneasy calm into the fraught atmosphere.

All the guys in the room were looking at you, which felt a bit creepy, but you didn't really care. Your main focus was on dealing with your father. In the midst of this intense atmosphere, the man with white hair let out a sigh, maybe picking up on the rising tension in the room.

He appeared attractive, but his eyes seemed hollow, and it appeared he hadn't had much sleep.

Ugh, so what's the deal? Are you guys going to take me or not?" Mai interjected with annoyance in her voice. Her nonchalant attitude grated on you, and you couldn't help but think, "She's really annoying. How could she say that in the middle of all this chaos?"

The man with white hair rose from his seat and began walking. "Mikey, where are you going?" questioned the person you'd encountered at the cafe.

"Home; I can't deal with this shit," Mikey replied.

Following his lead, everyone else in the room stood up and left with him. The man with black hair delivered a final message to your dad, "I'll give you until tomorrow to tell me your decision."

With that, the group departed from the house. You looked at me in disbelief before turning your attention to your mom, assisting her in cleaning up the blood and tending to her injuries. For the remainder of the night, everyone chose to ignore your dad and Mai.