Leon's POV
It has been a week since my dad left for America.
I had no way to reach him since Lucas had confiscated all our phones and no one was allowed to leave the house.
Natasha's condition was far from worse and I wasn't allowed in her room except for Lucas and Ajuk who always went in from time to time. I tried asking Ajuk what was going on but she didn't say a thing.
I sat on the balcony with a bottle of beer in my hands wondering whether to open it or not. I was so depressed that I sometimes thought of jumping down and ending myself. I was tired.
Natasha has been like a mother, sister, brother, and everything to me for the last five years when she found me in the middle of hoodlums, beating me to the extent of death. She saved me and took care of me when I had nothing. She's the reason why I'm still alive.
