1 Prologue Part 1

I woke up to the sound of that bitch calling me for breakfast. As I got down and saw her face I had to resist the urge to go and tear her apart. As I sat down I had to hear the arguing of these two shitheads and eat as peacefully as possible and make sure that they do not notice me.

"Why the fuck did you spend all of my money on fucking beer last night." said the bitch named Natasha.

"Why the hell are you nagging at me so early in the morning" said that bitch of a father, his name was Alex and I have wanted to kill him for the longest time of my life.

"That was all of the money I had saved up for the past two months"(Natasha)

"Yeah and I want to know how many men were on the bed with you for you to get that money."(Alex)

"Like you care, don't think that I don't know that you've being bringing other girls into the house."(Natasha)

"Glad that you know, now we are even."(Alex)

"No, we are not, that was the money that I was going to use to pay the fucking bills."(Natasha)

I did my best to try and hide my presence like how Tom taught me to so that they will not start to try and take out all their stress on me. It always happens when they are this mad, they will start to argue among each other and then when they've had enough they will turn to me and start to beat me until they are bored and then go do their business.

Just as I thought that I had gotten away I heard Natasha and Alex calling me.

"John were the fuck do you think you're going"(Alex)

"Get your little ass over here before I beat the shit out of you"(Natasha)

And so, came another morning of hell. I didn't resist mush because I know that the more that I fight back the closer I will be to the gates of hell.

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It took them two hours until they were satisfied. Sometimes if I was lucky and they were not that pissed off they would take at least half an hour or an hour to finish and if I was unlucky they won't care about how close I was to death and continue for as long as they like, I sometimes almost died whenever I was that unlucky.

When they were done I had a bunch of bruises on my face and a couple of cuts on my back. They always tried to avoid cutting my face because it would be bad for business and I would not attract a lot of customers to sell the drugs for that bitch Alex.

"Alright go wash up and get the boxes by the door and go sell the products." said Alex while pointing at the boxes beside the door.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned all the blood from my face and tried my best to patch up the small cut on my back and went to pick up the boxes and head out to work.

I have been doing this for two years now and I think that I do a pretty go job. I had to learn some basic math to be able to sell and buy and make sure that I am not cheated. I also learned how to shoot a gun and use a knife.

I personally like knife better because they are easier for me to use and I like the way you handle it. The gun also is not suitable for me that much right now because my strength cannot handle the recoil that much.

I did my work the same way I did it any other day. I found a good corner where I can do business in a safe way and nobody will notice if I kill the client for trying to cheat me or steal from me as well as self-defense.

The day was not that exciting and nothing out of the ordinary happened. I only sold about 5 boxes out of the 12 boxes that I had. Alex is probably going to beat me again tonight. I'll at least try to return a bit later tonight.