You hesitate for a moment, shocked by what you've just done. But then fear and anger take over, and you raise the gun once more. With shaking hands, you place the barrel against his head and pull the trigger again. This time, there is no sound at all - only the sickening thud of your father's skull hitting the concrete floor as his life finally ends.

You lie there for a moment, catching your breath and trying to process what has just happened.

You manage to gather some clothes, a small amount of money you've been hiding, and your most prized possessions - a few photographs of happier times with your mother before she left. Quietly, you sneak up the stairs and out of the house, making sure not to wake anyone else in the neighborhood.

Once you reach the airport, you hurry to purchase a ticket for the next flight to anywhere but here. As you wait at the gate, your heart races with fear and anticipation.