"Farak," she murmured.
Tightening the grip around the rod that he was holding, Farak Lafit nodded his head, "It's me, I thought you lost your memory or something after I attacked you with this earlier."
Passing past the hanging body, he pulled an old metal chair and sat down right in front of her. "Bad, bad very bad elder sister," he murmured.
Looking at his red eyes, pale face, chapped lips and his actions, Clara knew that he was high on drugs again.
Her life in the lafit family was nice and comfortable initially. Everyone loved and treated her like the little mistress of the house. At that time the little Clara was happy with the amount of love and attention she was getting. After being in the orphanage for almost five years, she always craved for love and a family. After being adopted and loved by the Lafit family, she thought she had everything and life couldn't be any better but everything changed after Farak Lafit was born.
