A Promising Youth
Chapter 7 Get down on Your Knees and Apologize!
I felt I cannot linger any longer. I knew better than anyone what kind of this family was. They felt it right to cheat me into prison and to dig coal, and now that I had offended then, what else did they not dare to do?
Carrying the bag, I turned to leave, but my father held me in his arms from behind.
“You can leave, but put the bag down!”
I struggled, but he held me tightly. I said with clenching fists.
“Don't push me, Dad, Mom. I've repaid you for raising me by not suing you and breaking up the story of how you put me in prison back in the day!
If you dare to stop me again, don't blame me for being cruel!”
As I said this, my father gave my mother a wink, and my mother immediately understood, threw herself on the ground and hugged my legs, crying, and kept apologizing, saying that she was indeed ashamed of me all these years.
If I still believed them, I'd be a fool. After four years of studying in prison, I'd learned to read people and judge the situation. How could I not see such an obvious trap, when they wanted to stall for time and wait for my brother to return?
And I probably had a good idea in my mind of exactly what they were going to do.
Taking a deep breath, I tilted my head and said.
“Ok, I'm not leaving, but if you guys do anything wrong to me again, then don't blame me!”
I went back to the table and reached into the bag. My brother's phone was in there. I pulled it out and quietly sent a text under the table.
My father was smoking, with his face muscle twitched. I knew that he was afraid. According to their plan, I would have been sent to the black coal mine today, not only for good, but also to earn money for them, but at the moment, things had gone beyond his control.
And I concluded that they were going to get rid of me today, no matter what, and my brother went out for that very thing.
A short time later, my brother returned. Though his eyes were full of ruthlessness, his face wore a false smile as he hurried over, tapped me on the shoulder and said.
“We're all family, why all the fuss? Those things are yours. Take them if you want them. It's my way of making it up to you.”
He was not that kind. Even a fool wouldn't believe such nonsense!
picked up my tea and took a sip,
finished our meal and I've settled the bill, so
no rush. You guys have done
up my chopsticks and deliberately stalled for time, glancing out the window out of the
right, the people in the car were the traffickers in the name
at this point, I would be
you want? Are you really going
brother, red-eyed, educated me as an
continued to eat my
Shouldn't you apologize about you
After all, he
wrong about what I had done before, I
He grunted, insincerely.
you the only one who's
squinted at my
slammed his fist on the table, gritted
“Son of a bitch.”
head turning away,
in this restaurant and work
this, my brother was furious and punched my father on the shoulder and said
on airs now! Apologize to
brother a coy look, before turning to me
am sorry,
sincerity. You should be on your knees, kowtow three times, and then admit
at them coldly and raised my hand again
my life. But Jemima, as an elder brother, you grew up bullying and beating me, you need to get down
“You…”
looked like he was going to
on your knees
to wash away all the aggression I had suffered