“This little twit decided to sneak into my room to steal my food,” he answered. “I didn’t mean to father, I couldn’t
sleep because I’m starved,” I muttered, warm tears trickled down my cheeks.
“Someone needs to be taught a lesson,” Leon encouraged my father to punish me. Father nodded his head in agreement,
he put away his gun and surged towards me. He grabbed me by the collar and dragged me outside the tent. “I will not
have a thief in my tent, you are going to sleep outside,” he huffed.
I gasped out of shock and terror, “father I’m sorry, please don’t let me spend the night outside and alone, I’m scared,” I pleaded, my teary eyes desperately imploring him to have mercy on me. His cold eyes showed no glint of mercy or
remorse, “don’t listen to him Vincent, he deserves to be punished
