@far-awayfromme - Why are you still working for this ass, Anti?
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It was the middle of the night. William had woken from another nightmare, and knew sleep would be elusive. Who would have expected him to have to creep around in his own home? Ever since his father employed a hired help to assist the veteran, William felt like there was a constant thorn in his side. Sure, his father was making the right choice, but it was almost intrusive in William’s opinion.
Which was why he was trying to keep his familiar night-time ritual quiet as he made his way to the kitchen to fetch a familiar bottle. He crept into the kitchen, flicked the light switch on, and -
“What the FUCK are you playing at?!” William’s hand had instinctively dropped to grab the gun he had fortunately left behind, choosing instead to shoot Anti an ice cold glare.
