Wayne Sherman, that bastard, was doing something disgusting to my mom...
Watching my dad die tragically and my mother being insulted, I was enraged and intended to rush over and kill the two scumbags.
My mother saw me, with eyes filled with anger, pain, and worry. She shook her head at me, indicating that I should call the police.
It was the right thing to do. I should call the police.
There was a phone on the second floor too. I quietly returned to the room, told my brother and sister to hide under the bed, and instructed them to lock the door.
Then I went to the next room to make a call.
But the two villains were prepared. They had cut the phone line beforehand.
Screams came from my siblings' bedroom. When I rushed over, they were lying in a pool of blood. My little brother had been cut in half while trying to protect our little sister.
Enraged, I grabbed a vase from the doorway and smashed it at the young man. He yelled in pain and stabbed me several times.
He grabbed a steel nail and drove it into my temple, and then I lost consciousness.
When I regained consciousness, I had become a vegetable lying in the hospital.
I could hear everything, but I couldn't wake up.