I still imagine myself taking over my fathers buisness. Getting the money. Leaving my Father. Taking the house. Making my Father work for me. Let him see how it feels to be hit by a whip. For him to get the same marks on his back as I have. To work many hours a day.
I still have hope for that day to come. I wish it came quicker. I still have to wait at least four more years. I hate to wait.
Maybe I will be lucky. maybe my Father will have an 'accident' and I will get everything sooner than I had thought I would get it. Maybe it will happen before I am foced to marry that rich villagers girl. The oldest one. The one that brings all the money my Father greedily wants. maybe they will change their mind, if they have any. Perhaps they do not. They could not have had any to want to be connected with my Father.
"Gunther!"
Here he comes. Slowly stepping up the stairs. I can hear the whip sliding on the floor. He is comming closer. I have forgotten to load two barrols. I had forgotten. I must prepair for pain. Maybe I will be lucky and my father will not hit hard enugh to draw blood. I must leave for now. I hope luck is on my side. The door opened.
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He left. After two hours. I look at the floor. It is still wet. I should clean it up. Luck is never on my side.