in love with my father

3

Aaron's point of view
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The tension had reached its climax my god she is pregnant
Lord

José: go back to you slut

Crit he wants you slapped
I stopped his right hand.
He looked at me to say what are you playing?

Jose: but what are you playing?

Said he detaching the grip of his right hand on mine

Me: Are you crazy or are you half brother? you really want to raise your hand on a woman and you do not even see that this woman is pregnant?

Tell me this man in front of me is not the jose I know,

Jose: and? I do not care if she is pregnant
What I want is money

 he shouted as he touched his beard a few days looking at me with eyes in his eyes he wanted to make me lower his eyes dominated me I felt that soon the festivities go turned into a real boxing field ... and not this time. I'm about to talk when

She: please do not hurt me launched the woman crying tears ... take everything you want but spared my child for God's sake.

She's sobbing

My heart is breaking, tearing itself, in mile pieces seeing the state of this poor woman my god I let myself down on the couch my gaze passed from jose to the woman .. he looked at her spitefully and laughed at him

José: caro ramène you inside

He shouted like a rage on the inter-phone

5 minutes
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José: did you take everything?

: yes he says you just nodding

José: perfect bring the bag to the truck I bring the rest

He answered with a simple

Caro: okay

The woman reccomended to cry louder these cries intensify and echoed like a damn echo in my eardrums shaking these legs
Whore everything that was happening to him was my fault I knew more about where I was fucking, but seriously what kind of holy human of mind would keep such sum at home.

José: oh what the old lady

She: I want to pee

She said between her teeth the lost look

José: and? but piss you on it that I do not care or you want me to piss you?

Said you there laughing I recconais more person in front of me it's not my friend josé I know since childhood he has changed so much. He may not have gone to the dreaded wicked snowman in such a long time. It is true that he did not have a saint, but when he arrived it was the drop of water

She: please

Minaudait you she for the hundredth time

Me: but brothel José
Let go of it pissed off my god

-you have not heard she has only pissed on I do not care I'm interested in the money now let's go we have nothing to do in this house
Tiao old whore

Me-but !!

Now God does not wait for our death to give us his punishment, he does it here in the fight world, it's called karma. Everything is paid for in life.

-I said we're going

The sharp and furious tone that was stifled by josé was more than boundless, I turned back to him