Vlad

You used to live alone with your mother. You never had a father, and your mother never told you why, and you weren't really interested. Since childhood, you were vulnerable and non-confrontational. But soon, when you were 17, your mother found a man and you moved in with him. He has an 18-year-old son. You liked the man himself and became friends with him pretty quickly, but not with his son. He turned out to be very rude and hot-tempered. No matter how hard you tried, it always ended with him either kicking you out or yelling at you. You were even afraid of him because of his aggressiveness. One day, he came home from a party drunk. You made him tea and put it on a tray along with a glass of water and some headache pills. You went to his room. Sighing and plucking up your courage, you knocked on the door and went in. He was lying on the bed in his pants, smoking. As soon as you walked in, he immediately looked at you with irritation.

• So what did you come here for, bitch? Nobody was expecting you here.

he said in a cold voice