DELILAH"You can't do that! Look, we've nothing to do with you!" I say through the mobile that it is still ringing near my chin. I ignore that ringing tune, looking up at him. "Oh? What do you know about what we're going to do with you?" His eyes squint as he takes a step in my direction, not close enough to scare me with that proximity. "You'll hurt him," I say and he nods. "Sure I will. But we won't kill him, you should be grateful for that." He shrugs like this is normal. Hurting someone cannot be normal, how could he behave so casually about that? "Still?" I do not even realize that I am pleading with him through that vulnerable sound. The color of his orbs turns darker as he stares at me as if I stole something from him. I look down, mumbling, "I don't want you to hurt him. He's my dad, of course!" Of course, this is the top reason why I am not ready to tell them anything. Why would I want them to hurt my father? My dad is innocent, I know. They are lying because this is wha
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