Facing Off Criminals Alone

It was late at night, and the drunkard banged on the door so hard that it shook.

I pushed the couch, table, and all sorts of furniture against the door, but Camala Depp, my aunt, moved them away.

She rolled her eyes at me and thought that I was kicking up a fuss over nothing.

“Your brothers want to watch Gloria’s theater performance, and they must be busy right now! You can’t bother them!

“We just need to open the door and chase him away! That’s all!”

When I saw the familiar scene before me, I realized that I had returned to the past.

This was exactly what had happened in the past.

I had just argued with my brothers and had moved out a few days ago.

This drunkard had pretended to be a delivery driver and came over to my place. My brothers were at Gloria’s theater performance.

Meanwhile, I had an argument with Camala.

I guarded the door and refused to let the drunkard in, but Camala insisted on opening the door for him.

In the past, I decided to call my brothers for help. This time, I decided to save my own skin.

Just when I brought out my phone to call the police, Camala rushed over in a frenzy to snatch it from my hands.

“I told you! You don’t have to bother them!”

I knew that she was going to stop me, so while she put my phone on a high shelf, I ran to the living room, picked up the house phone, and made the call.

But before the call went through, Camala pressed down on the button that cut the call. “You were thinking about calling the police?

“You just want to force your brothers to come here, don’t you? If they do, what’s going to happen to Gloria?”

Camala flung her arm and threw the house phone on the floor before stomping on it a few times.

Then, she grabbed my arm and dragged me to the door.

“This is nothing! If you’re so worried, all we need to do is open the door and ask!”

Camala’s hands were like pincers, and I could not break free. My legs just kept sliding across the floor.

When the drunkard saw that I refused to open the door, he grew impatient.

The rapid knocks were like drum beats that pierced through the door and hit my heart directly.

I was so worked up that I started sweating bullets. My body trembled in time with the knocks.

But Camala pretended not to notice and kept moving forward.

“I know what you’re planning! You just don’t want your brothers to focus on Gloria!

“But Gloria is an orphan! She has nothing! I don’t care if you dislike her, but you can’t treat her like she’s an eyesore!”

I had known Camala for nearly twenty years. She was always arrogant and looked down on everyone. The one person she cared about was Gloria.

Whenever Gloria had to perform, Camala would always arrive on time and even give her my things.

I never thought that she would be so indifferent about my survival!

The knocks grew even more rampant, and I heard him swear with every word he knew. If the door opened, I would be dead!