I was so mad at the time that I clenched my fists and suppressed my urge to beat the crap out of my father. I grabbed the object on the bed, intending to throw it out. However, he grabbed my arm tightly, causing the white powder to. scatter all over the floor. He seemed so distressed over the loss of his wretched cocaine as if he had lost something invaluable. He dropped to his. knees and hands, trying to gather as much of the cocaine as possible. Whenever he lost his mind to drug addiction, I hated him and disliked the fact that he allowed himself to stoop this low. And. now, he was lying on the floor like a fucking dog. Enraged, I almost lost control of my temper. After locking the door, I found a hemp rope from under the bed. I dragged my father up from the floor, forced him to sit on a. chair, and prepared to tie him up. “You fucking ingrate of a son! I’m s till your father! How dare you do th is to me?” he cursed while resisting

I was now fifteen years of age and was already half a head taller than he was. He could no longer match me in strength. Truthfully, this wa sn’t the first time I had tied him up. The last time he gave in to his drug addic tion, he ended up hitting my mother. That was the first time that I’d tied him up. didn’t want to do it in front of my mother, so I did it in this room. Ever since he was addicted to those loa thsome drugs, he would sometimes act li ke a monster. At one moment, he could be . docile, but he could ge t as irritable as a wil d beast the next second. All of a sudden, w e heard a knock co ming from the door. “Derek, Gi fford, are you there?” . It was my mother’s voice. She must ha ve come to find me because it was get ting late, but I hadn’t returned yet. Ever since the scandal about my dad an d that wretched woman broke out, my mo ther never dropped by the quarry again. Perhaps she didn’t want to see anything that cou ld just make herself sad

My father stared at me as if telling me so mething. Personally, I didn’t want to let him go easily this time. However, my mother . kept knocking on the door. I didn’t want her to worry about me, so I u ntied my father and opened the door. Mom stared at me and Dad, visibly dubi ous of US. “What are you doing? Why did it take you so long to open the door?” . “I failed an e xam, so Dad wa s scolding me. Having said t hat, I went to take my bike. From behind me, my mother said, “Gifford, it’s your birthday today. Let's go back ea rly and have dinner. ” My father left along . with my mother, locked up the cottage, an d sat in the driver’s seat of his car. Mom asked me to put my bike into the trunk of . the car a nd get in the car