Nightmare

Whitney had no idea what Kevin was thinking. She was more at peace in class that day. After her lectures, she bought some groceries and also took the time to purchase pepper spray. She knew that some people had a death wish, so she had to protect herself and her sister.

"here," she passed one spray each to her brother and sister. "why are you giving me this?" Kelly asked. He was the most innocent in the situation. Gracey just collected it and held it tightly. she knew that Whitney wanted them to be able to defend themselves. If she had the pepper spray with her the last time, she would not have been humiliated so much.

"Next time, when a bad uncle attacks your sister, you must protect her with it and not let her get bullied," Whitney explained. she patiently taught her brother how to use it. "can i use it on Fred? He always bullies me for my lunch money?" Kelly asked.

"of course, you just have to make sure nobody sees you using it in school," Gracy said before Whitney could answer. Whitney wanted to ask him to report him to their teacher, but she knew this might change nothing. She also did not want her brother to be bullied, so she pursed her lips and said nothing.

"always bring it with you," Whitney looked at Gracey, " I know," Gracey answered. She felt there was no need for Whitney to teach her as she did with Kelly. she knew the situation and would definitely not be as careless as a few days ago.

"Put it in a place you can reach in an emergency, and don't let it get snatched before you use it," Whitney instructed. She was worried about her sister, but Gracey thought she was nagging like an old aunt.

"I know. Dad taught me basic self-defence, don't forget," Gracey shook her head. She walked into the room and returned shortly, holding a sack of money.

"Where did you get so much money from?" Whitney did not move to take the money even if Gracey was handing it to her.

"The incident the other day," Gracey felt that her sister was insensitive. She had told her about the money what was the point of making her repeat herself?

Whitney took the money, "I am sorry," she apologised, seeing that her sister lowered her eyes. If possible, she would not dare let her sister remember her situation at that time.

It is just that she forgot about the money after the incident. Whitney counted the money, and there were thirty thousand. She looked at her sister. She earned thirty thousand a month from her part-time job, and she considered it good pay.

After all, some people earn fifteen or even ten thousand to do the same job. Could those women in brothels really make this much?

Gracy saw the look on her sister's face. She also had the same thought when she counted the money earlier.

"take the things to the kitchen. I will hand this over to Natalie to help pay it into the account," Whitney said. She did not dare keep it out at home, after all, they could get robbed.

She got up and went into the room. She picked up her father's calculator and began to calculate. Twenty million dividends by thirty. Then she divided the answer by the number of days in a year. It would take her about two years to pay up the debt even if she earned thirty thousand every day working for the devil.

This means she would have to sell her body every day without rest. She could not fall sick or take a leave to take care of her brother. "should I just go and sell myself to the devil? I can pay up my father's debts in two years. I can also take a two years to leave from school," Whitney wondered within herself.

"Would the devil agree?" Whitney wondered. She was also scared of her experience. She had heard that some of the men had wired preference in bed. What if she was injured? Or was she infected with some disease?

She was scared of having to share her bed with counterless men. The thought made her have goosebumps. She immediately pulled it out.

"I can't," her body trembled at the thought.

"What else can I do to raise the money?" Whitney wondered. Three months was just a few weeks. Once it was over, she would be thrown in. Her sister would also have the same fate. "stealing," the thought surface in her mind. This was also very risky.

If she were caught, she would be thrown into prison, and her sister and brother's fate would be left in the hands of the devil. Whitney thought of the many action movies she had watched and the part about stealing and getting away with it. But she soon pushed back the thought. Those movies are not reliable.

"What else can I do?" Whitney thought. She had a million idea, but the fastest way to make money in three months were all connected to committing a crime.

She even thought of moving drugs, but each time she thought of her possibly ending and pushed back the thought. Time was the only thing that was tight.

Whitney did not know how long she thought, but she could not find any solution. Her head began to spin, but there was still no solution. She even fell asleep as she was thinking, but she had a bad dream.

In the dream, she had gone to steal and was caught. Just when she thought she would be thrown into jail, she had a visit from the devil.

"I want my money," He said. His voice sent a chill down her spine.

"I will get it. Just give me more time," She begged.

"I already gave you time, but since you are about to go to jail, I might just as well collect the money from you. Your sister is such a beauty. I wonder how much your heart would cost if your sister used twenty million to get a kidney.

Whitney was scared out of her wit. She never thought of dying. Not like this. "Plus your eyes,kidney. I will sell every part that can fetch me money. After all, as a businessman, I will have to make some profit, right," The devil said.

Whitney trembled when she thought of dying without a burial place. "of course, I will take care of your little brother. As for your sister, I have customer already wanting her," he said.

"Don't touch my sister," Whitney said. At that time, there was a knock on the door that woke her up. Whitney took a deep and waited to hear who was at the door.

"Dinner is ready," Kelly's little voice sounded from behind the door. Whitney frowned. She wondered what her brother was doing in a police station. Just when she wanted to ask Kevin, she realised she was dreaming