After the speech, I couldn’t just leave anymore. People noticed me even more and started approaching me one after the other, trying to start conversations with me, and my mom kept staring at me out of the corner of her eye, mouthing for me to smile. I fucking hated my life.Once I noticed my father walking back upstairs I knew he was done for the night.“We should have a business deal in the future” the man speaking to me said but my mind was somewhere else“Excuse me” I walked away from him and headed upstairs, I wanted a word with my fatherWhen I got upstairs, he was leaning on his secretary, barely able to stand. Dr Ron was on standby with a bag of drip, he quickly hooked it into his arm before they carefully carried him in and placed him on the bed handing the drip on a hook.Dr Ron proceeded and injected him with about five different shots. He so much hated to be seen as frail that he would rather go through all that torture.“What is going on?” I asked“You shouldn’t be up her
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