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Before knocking on the door, I looked at
myself in the camera.
I hadn’t washed my face or shaved. I even
tore some holes in my shirt.
“What do you want?”
William looked wealthy.
“Get away from me! I don’t want to see you,”
he said, shutting the door.
I stopped him with my foot and pushed my
way in.
The house was well lit and the table was full
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of food.
He had a BMW key on the table.
He bought a car?
What organ could afford that?
“Are you trying to die?” he said.
I said, “I haven’t been paid for my sister’s injuries, and we’re running out of money.” He laughed. “The money? You thought you
were tough. Now you want money?”
Wendy saw me too.
It had been almost two months, and my
threats were nothing.
“It’s the bum,” she said. “What’s the matter,
running out of money?”
She wanted to choke me, but she was too
short, so she decided not to.
She stared at me. “You were pretty good at
playing the tough guy. What happened?”
William went to the bedroom, took out a
stack of cash, and threw it on the table.
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“See this? I have money. You’ve never seen
this much money!”
I stayed silent.
“I have money, but I won’t give you any. What
are you gonna do?”
I said, “I’ll call the cops.”
“Then do it! I’ll appeal everything and give the
money to the lawyers!”
I knew he would say that.
“She sent my sister to the hospital!”
“So what?” Wendy said. “I heard she tried to
kill herself. Too bad she didn’t die!”
I punched her in the face.
That felt good.
William grabbed a bottle and started to hit
- me.
I kicked him in the stomach, and he went
down.
I’d been training with the musclehead, it was
easy to beat him.
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I slapped both of them. Then I spat and left.
Before going downstairs, I heard William.
scream.
“I’ll kill your family!”
Oh no.
