Chapter "4"

"…eh..? But what's the connection-

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...And what follows to complete his sentence... He suddenly fell to the ground on his back after his eyes bulged out, and his blood flowed profusely......

. Time stopped for me at that moment... I felt something sharp stabbing my heart, my entire body stiffened, I opened my eyes to her wrestler...I cannot accurately describe what I felt. I cannot hold myself on my feet anymore. I understand what is going on. I have been completely stripped of reality, and feeling the cloves in his blood, and there was no movement at all...

I can't breathe well.. I feel hot in my throat.. I don't understand... What happened..?.. A-It's just me... My father...?.. Why doesn't he move..?... No ..No..No, it is impossible..H-This is impossible..It is not possible..

Suddenly tears flowed from my eyes, without realizing it I screamed:

"Daaaaad!"

I heard my mother and brother's painful cries and cries, and I felt their pain, but I feel oppression and pain now...and anger! ...I had never felt it before as I felt it now, when I looked at “Killer Patrick” with my eyes full of tears and found him... laughing! ...Simply, as if he saw an interesting and funny scene... I saw a look of endurance in his eyes He gloated, so I was shocked!...more than I was shocked by "the shooting" of my father, and what made me more shocked than the first shock...when I "read his feelings" I found them to be "more intense and cruel" than the first time, and this is frankly the least that can be said about it. . I tightened my fists trying to suppress my anger, my body trembling, and my teeth starting to chatter against each other. I heard my mother and brother wailing hysterically, but I could not do anything. I'm still in shock, looking at the ground, at my trembling feet, but I can't really see them, because of the fog that covered my eyes, because of the tears. I was in a miserable condition, and my brother and mother were no better than me. We were all really shocked. ..

What did “this person” do to my father? Suddenly, the "killer" brought me out of my state when, with all sarcasm and gloating, making me lose my mind, he said:

"Haa, what a touching scene. I will cry a lot. Oh my God, it's so painful. May you rest in peace, my dear friend. This is the end for fools. Death, hahahahhh".

He started laughing hysterically,The men looked at him and laughed with him without understanding the reason for his sudden laughter. Their laughter provoked me and made me angry, and I looked at them with hatred, a mule, while my brother and mother remained next to my father's "corpse", crying in agony and indescribable pain. As for me, I could no longer bear it, especially after I heard one of those people mocking my family. The remaining ones are my mother and brother. They mocked their pain, mocked their feelings, so I rushed toward “that person” running with tears of anger filling my eyes.

I heard my mother calling my name desperately to prevent me from the recklessness that I was about to do. She said in a crying, anxious, and terrified voice:

"Lily!...Hey!"

But it was too late for that. I attacked him and dug my fingers into his black-white shirt, in a miserable attempt to hurt him as he had hurt us, and to release the anger that I had been pent-up long enough. And I started screaming at him madly:

“S-I will kill you!!” He was surprised by my attack on him, and it seemed that he did not expect it. He thinks that he can harm others and destroy their lives as he pleases, without conscience, without anyone holding him accountable. He believes that people's lives are trivial..How can someone be so bad?!

One of those men, the one with the black patch with a red “S” on my clothes, grabbed me from behind, pulling me forcefully, trying to keep me away from this person until my clothes were almost torn, but I kept holding on to him and tried to resist the strength of the man’s thick hands and fingernails. His fingers that I felt digging into my upper back, almost penetrating it, gnawing at my bones, as I tried to bear that pain while looking at the face of the “killer” in front of me, at his dark eyes like the color of a horse’s dirty hooves, and at the shape of his nose, curved and pointed like the horns of an elephant. And his thick, wide lips that resembled a plank of wood.

I stared at his hateful face, and he was also looking at me with an ambiguous look on his face, and his features suddenly became calm in a strange and suspicious way that made me a little nervous despite my excitement, and the man kept pulling me with more force, as I was about to fall because of it. Suddenly the "killer" opened his mouth and said:

“Leave it, David.”

I thought he was going to talk to me, but he spoke to this man whose name turned out to be “David.” David looked at this Patrick hesitantly while he was still holding me, but not tightly this time. He seemed surprised by what he heard and said without confidence:

"..But-

" David!!"

Patrick suddenly shouted at David in a loud, frightening, deafening voice. It made my body tremble a little and I wanted to cover my ears with my hands, but I was holding them with Patrick. David trembled with fear, although he was larger in build than Patrick, but he seemed terrified, as did the other two men. They seem to really fear him.

Patrick said in a violent, commanding voice as he looked at the man with murderous eyes:

“Leave her.”

After hesitating, the man reluctantly left me, and I felt a little relief from being freed from his grip. David stepped back and said in a weak voice full of fear and anxiety:

"I-I'm sorry...sir."

Lily looked from behind at David while still holding Patrick by his jacket, and found him with his head bent pathetically, and with concern for his “master.” Then he slowly raised his head, and was struck by a sudden bullet that settled in his head with a rapid movement...

as a result of which he fell dead....

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