The bag was filled with letters, each of them enveloped perfectly and organized by dates, I read a few of them and felt touched by how much my father loved me, each letter was filled with grief yet happiness of having me in his life for even a short period. It was heartwarming as I read them. My heart was getting convinced when I started knowing my origin and my past. I agreed on living there as their master but I didn't want to be conned so I kept my eyes wide open in case something went wrong.

I lived with the gang members for about 4 years, these years were really tough for me because I had to train with the members of the gang, Mr. Scarface told me that I had to be strong because I was the face of the gang, so he made do every available torturing exercise he had at hand. he showed no mercy even though he addressed me as Master. Sometimes he would make me fight people elder then me and in return, I would receive many wounds but it wouldn't soften his stone heart to not torture me. I regretted my decision of staying as there master years ago, but there was no way out of it.

'I know what you are thinking, you think he is nuts because why would a normal person train a small kid like an animal so he can lead the huge pack of wolves" but he is even more nuts than that he actually trained me so hard that I would return to my room with bruises, sometimes I wanted to report him to the cops for child abuse. I grew up even after facing such situations but I was glad because now there was no Isabel to outshine me, and no one there to compare my worth with someone insignificant to me.

You might be thinking that I would have grown into a nice lady with a great personality and stuff, but hold your horses' people, because I turned out to be even worst then before. Ask me why? because all those years when I was supposed to act arrogant like a child and get pampered or get myself groomed as a perfect lady was snatched from me by the Scarface, And all those times when I was supposed to make an image at school were kept under strict surveillance by Scarface because he was extra worried that I might die even if I got a paper cut so he never left my side for a second. He even managed to homeschool me for two full years, finally, when I got into high school he reduced the strictness, but just like my past self, I didn't interact with many people at school because that was just not my thing.

You might be curious about what kind of lady Isabel actually was that made me hate her, even if you are not curious let me tell you the story of my life.

Isabel John a girl that is loved by all and hated by none, I mean boys just boys liked her the girls hated her to hell, and looked for new ways of torturing her, but ultimately all the wounds that should be inflicted on her were gifted to me by fate and I would end up in the infirmary, And the most unfortunate thing of all was we were in the same orphanage so she made me her friend (forcefully) I was a typical shut mouth person and she was the polar opposite, She would smile at everyone and talk sweetly so nobody would hate her, and they would start judging me that I was so rude while Isabel was a bright star.

I was a kid so those remarks hurt a lot and I was pushed towards darkness at those cruel remarks but they didn't understand it.

My childhood along with my teenage life and then adulthood was ruined completely by her and after making a complete mess of me, she would come back to me with a sorry and always expected me to accept that.

Whatever she did and whenever she did it, she knew it more than anyone that hurt me or what caused me emotional pain, but she liked to test my patience every time. There were times that when I saw her face I wanted to scratch it so bad that she won't use it again to ruin a life but I could never do it, not only me but she had cause major harm to many other people just because of her innocence and that was unfair.

When I entered into the orphanage I was given a room and my roommate was going to arrive soon, and then one day a bright girl names Isabel came to the orphanage, I was not interested in anybody so I kept my distance from her even though we were roommates but after two days I was called by the nun who took care of us and scolded me for being rude toward Isabel, I told them the truth but they didn't listen and made me apologize to her, after that she stuck to me like a gum.

When I was in high school she had a pack of a boyfriend or whatever you call them but she took mine away from me and then dumped him after a month. After that, she came back to apologize and expected me to forgive her. Then when we got into college, a senior of ours got interested in me rather than Isabel and according to rumors he was going to propose to me, I liked him a lot too but before that could happen, I don't know what she told him that after that day he never even looked at me again, so again she came back to me saying she didn't know I liked him and blah blah...

After many similar faithful events, I finally got extremely tired of her so told her to leave me alone, I broke off every single connection with her, Most of you might be thinking that I overreacted but believe me, Sometimes the people who are nice are hurtful of all, And I am not saying she was nice she was something others couldn't see. I felt relieved when I broke off the friendship or whatever they called it, but then I got into an accident and I died. story end.