FROM FRYING PAN TO FIRE

NIGHTINGALE

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“No, no please. I needed the money, where else was I supposed to get it from?” My father yelled.

Destros must have turned his attention to my father. I still refused to watch.

“I don’t know much about parenting, but I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to sell your children like a piece of bread.” Destros answered like he was already bored of the conversation.

“You’re in no position to judge me.” My father spat.

“You do worse things than me everyday.”

“That may be true. But even I know that there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed. You protect your blood, you don’t sell them. Where is the girl?”

Finally, he had gotten to the most important part.

“Don’t even think of lying to me, you just saw what I did to that idiot over there. At least he lasted for more than ten minutes, I bet you won’t even last up to two minutes.” Destros warned my father.

My father mumbled his response and I heard a smack like Destros had slapped him.

“Speak louder.”

“I said it’s too late, I alread