Dimitri POV (Flash back)
_12 years ago_
“Knock knock!” A strange voice called out from the door.
Who could that be?
“Anyone home?” He asked.
I peeked into the peephole on the door, and to my horror, it was those gangsters again. They had been visiting our home because of the debt my dad was owing them.
Turns out my father is an unemployed drug addict who bought lots of m*******a and alcohol on credit.
I tiptoed backwards, trying not to make a sound, but my feet pushed an empty beer bottle which rolled across the carpet until it crashed against the wooden table.
I heard whispering from the two men at the door and he knocked again.
“We know you're there, so open this door or we'll force ourselves in.”
I quickly ran into the bedroom to alert my father. The asshole was still wasted
