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What the fuck did he do now?

The question that defines ueswith him

“Uh, excuse rab the attention of the tall brute of ahavoc on s are scattered around the place Items I’ve collected lay in broken pieces by my feet

I know the drill

Debt collectors will terrorize and threaten you and all you hold dear in order to get the money they’re owed Somehow, I always become the person they come too My father is notoriously hard to find and even if you can get your hands on hiambled away or traded for a bottle faster than you can blink

Still, he claims he’s not an addict

So they come to me, the only one in my family with a semblance of a life and any sort of money in my bank account Sometimes they threaten to break et my father to pay It works better for thes, promise to kill my brother or my father Threaten to harm me They toss around all kinds of threats, all of the proet the money their owed

Theeyebrow It says do you really want to fuck with me?

I don’t, but the proble really

My father, Danny Byrne, disappeared ten o and I haven’t heard a word from him since

Honestly, it was better this way

I’ve made peace with it He’s not my father really, I have to believe that if a man loved his children he wouldn’t have treated us the way he did

Suddenly I’iant, and it doesn’t help that there are two others so back and forth even though I can’t see the room

I’ better since I started working at the nursing home I can lift patients into beds, tubs, and shoith little assistance, but these er It’s evident by the ripples of er than me

I’ve learned that fighting doesn’t ith these guys, at least forh I don’t thinkhonest Men try to collect froirl They don’t care to see what’s behind those appearances as long as I pay them

“I was just wondering what you’re looking for? My father’s not here” I say in a sweet, non-threatening voice A voice that says, don’t hurt irl

Like I said, these men prefer my charm