Seventeen Years Later
“This Little Shine of Mine, I am gonna let it shine, this little shine of mine” She was singing and washing dishes, and she was feeling a bit of pain, because of a cut on her hand, something she got from her “parents, “I have to finish it before they come back,” she whispered. She had done the dishes and was now going to the dining table so that she could arrange the dishes. She lit up the candle when she heard the car’s horn.
“They are home,” she thought, panicking. She ran towards the door so that she could open it.
“b***h, what took you so long?” Asked a short-haired woman, she was followed by a tall, muscular, and red-bearded man.
“I am sorry, I was arranging dishes,” she said afraid.
“Clean the mess and bring the things from the car,” said the man.
She ran
