He throw me in a small room with a sign that said go in if you dare. It was very dark. I don't understand all this just because of some drugs and money. He must be a psychopath. But I went through the door anyways. It was a room with one window. Go ahead his voice was loud as if he had a microphone. I ran throw the window. I landed in a bunch of blood. Ugh it was so nasty it was fresh to. He's definitely an psychopath. I walk through the next door. It was full of broken glass. My feet was bare. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS. Why not just shot me in the head like the normals do when they want revenge. Because you need to suffer the pain all the pain you deserve and your father deserve. I'm not just a person who wants revenge Jayla, I'm a murder. I kill and torture people. An your father tried to stop me he work under cover for a police officer. Uncle BJ is the only police officer. Your father offered me drugs for me to bye he led me in a trap to your uncle and there I spent 19 years in prison. That's what turned me to a murder. I promised one day I'd get my revenge. But he was already murder by the time I got out. I never said I murder him. But this is my way of revenge. You sure hold grudges. There I slipped into all the glass. Glass in my hand glass in my leg and feet. Luckily none in my face. I managed to walk to the door out the door. He sprayed me with alcohol and peroxide it burned so bad as I cried while crawling to next door. There I was hit so hard blank I was passed out again