FLASHBACK
Maybe a week later, his father returned from Europe, and a house help must have told the father of another creature in my bedroom for more than a week. He came straight to Tristan’s room with three of his men as if it will be difficult to take down a thirteen-year-old boy. His eyes land on the puppy, climbing up Tristan’s leg, and little Tristan laughing at the adorable being.
A mere look at his father’s face, and Tristan knew something was wrong.
“Having fun, are we?” His father said the little puppy started barking at his father, hissing. Tristan tried to calm him down but it didn’t stop.
“I hear it’s been here for a week?” My father asks, before he can answer, my father pulls out a big knife, “Get rid of him,”
Tristan stood frozen, at the sight of the blade in his father’
