"What is the future that you hope for, Albert?"
I wanted to ask that question badly, but I brushed off his hand and walked away quickly. I heard him calling me, but I did not turn back. His scheme was tiring, and it was messing with my future, with my timeline. I have been meeting people that I shouldn't meet, and the fear of changing their lives frightened me.
As soon as I got home, the basement has been my target. Just one glass of whisky would make me feel a bit better. Surely, dad wouldn't notice but before I could open the door, my kind-hearted father stepped out of the basement holding a bottle of wine. He was surprised to see me.
"D-dad," I stuttered as I smiled meekly.
"What are you doing here?" He asked as turned around to lock the door. "You're early,"
"I was looking for you
