~●●☆•ARES SARANTOS•☆●●~
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Ladies and Gentlemen, let me educate you. Life was all kinds of fucked up and so were people.
Some days were easier than others but never better. I hadn't had a good day in years. I prided myself on being an emotionless person. Not because emotions made you weak, but because the more you felt, the more you got hurt.
Picture this — a 16-year-old kid watching his Dad die and no one to run to and a mother that skipped town when I was 10.
All I knew at that age was that all I had was my father. My mother wasn't one to be tied down. I watched her bring countless men into the home, while my father was out working late, trying to provide for us.
I never knew what my father did, but I knew it was dangerous. I knew he kept it secret to protect me. But my curiosity got the better of me one day.
When my dad said bye to me that night. Like normal, he came to tell me he was off to work with a big hug and a kiss on the top of my head. I took it upon myself to follow him. I always wanted to know how we were able to afford certain things and why such luxury came with an absent father and a deadbeat mother.
I hopped out of the window and jumped on my bike, trailing behind him ever so slightly— enough so he wouldn't notice me.
I followed him to a large mansion that nested on the far east side, where the hills hid them away from the world. Like a VIP sanctuary. A place for only the elites, and not for regular civilians.
The large steel gates opened and my dad's car drove up the driveway. I made a sharp turn, practically running off my bike to try and sneak in, but the gates closed and I wasn't fast enough. So I opted for rolling into the bushes and sneaking my way to a back entrance.
My dad descended into the building. I waited for him to come out and that's when I heard screaming.
A squad of people walked out and one man In particular caught my attention. Said the man holding My father's shirt collar in a vice grip. His Face was pulled into an evil frown, while my father looked distraught and fearful.
The man's voice was loud and commanding, while my father — his voice was drowned out and completely overpowered by the Foreign Man.
The man's accent was thick and almost incomprehensible, but I managed to make out Some vulgar words that were strung together. The man tossed my father to the ground as if he weighed nothing.
I couldn't move, I couldn't speak and I almost passed out from holding my breath as long as I did. I listened to my father cry for mercy. He begged and pleaded but his cries fell on deaf ears.
That's when I saw a gun. Black, sleek, and deadly. It was pointed directly at my father's head. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my throat constricted and my body went numb.
A cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I watched the man's finger slowly creep towards the trigger. My mind raced, trying to come up with a plan, a way to save my father. But there was nothing.
I was a helpless spectator, trapped in a nightmare.
In that split second, something inside me snapped. A primal instinct to protect the only person I had left. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the inevitable. A deafening gunshot echoed through the air, shattering the silence.

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