The pounding on the door just kept getting
worse, and I could hear the drunk’s crude
comments through the wood.
If the door opened, I was dead!
I tried to reason with Aunt Carol, but she was
like she’d lost her mind.
I knew she was in on this. She never liked me
because of Lisa, and now she was using some
random drunk to get rid of me.
I felt hopeless.
Was I destined to be killed by some drunk, no
matter how many times I relived this nightmare?
Even though I escaped him in the last life, in the
end he still killed me!
I got away from the drunk last time, but only by
calling my brothers. They showed up with their
security and dragged the guy away.
But Lisa, when she realized my brothers didn’t
come to her performance, she went into
meltdown mode and ran a prop sword right
through herself.
く
Dead on the spot.
I was devastated at the funeral, but my brothers
just hugged me tight, saying, “Don’t blame
yourself. You’re safe, that’s what matters.”
But later that night, they tied me up and handed
me over to a bunch of drunk guys.
In the dark, my brother’s eyes glittered.
“How dare you still live?”
My second brother grabbed my hair, grinding
his teeth.
“A single drunk guy, all you had to do was slam
the door in his face, why did you call us?
“You called us, and the camera was rolling, you just wanted to prove you were important!”
“Now Lisa is dead, and you don’t deserve to live
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Seven or eight big hands touched me, and my
clothes were torn off.
I choked back my tears, explaining, “I didn’t
think, I just panicked and called you!”
“If I knew the play was more important than my
life, I would have killed myself!”
My brothers and I relied on each other since we
were kids. To live, we tried our best, never
considered suicide.
When I heard Lisa killed herself because my
brothers didn’t come to see her show, I was
speechless.
But what shocked me even more was that my
brothers would send me to die for Lisa’s death!
Rough hands touched me, and I felt ashamed and desperate. I begged my brother to kill me.
