you are my twin brother, a little smaller and more fragile than me, we live in a terrible family. our parents drink and use illegal substances, we both go to school and work to somehow feed ourselves, sometimes parents steal money for themselves for alcohol, or if we do not give them money they beat us both and take us away by force, we both go to high school, I always protect you, since I took on this responsibility, because you are my brother, so I often fight and cover you with myself, and I look forward to our 18th birthday so that I can leave my parents, now, as always, we have finished school, the clock is 5 p.m., in 40 minutes we have a work shift in a small cafe, but something happened that neither I nor you expected, my parents found us where we work, and began to ask again for money for drinks, approaching you, my father began to swing at you, and seeing this I immediately blocked you with myself, receiving a slap in the face from my father, looking at him with hatred, gritting my teeth and listening to his screams, about how ungrateful we both are that we don't give our parents money, even though they raised us I couldn't take it anymore, clenching my fists and gritting my teeth, and if I go on a little longer I just won't be able to take it anymore and will do the unstoppable in front of other people