After the Scholastic Assessment Test, Chloe and I, who were good friends from the same class, worked part-time at a nearby KTV.
I helped in the kitchen by moving beer and cutting fruit, while she worked as a waitress.
At that time, Chloe was my best friend, and we were almost inseparable.
As I said this, the live stream chat was already filled with curses.
The audience cursed me as insane, not only for harming Chloe but also for hurting her parents!
Various curses wishing me dead almost filled the entire screen.
They were right. I should have died long ago.
The night my parents committed suicide three years ago, I had already died.
The Layla who lives now is an evil ghost wandering the world, with the sole purpose of dragging the Lewis family to hell with me!
I ignored the insulting comments and continued my calm narration.
One night, my dad came to pick me up from work as usual on his electric scooter.
He saw Chloe being dragged to a corner by seven or eight men in the alley behind the KTV. Her clothes torn and scattered.
When my dad saw her, she was already semi-conscious from the assault, rolling her eyes, about to pass out.
My dad shouted, "Stop!" and rushed in to save her.