Ever get the feeling of being extremely terrified because danger is really lurking in front of you and you really have no other choice but to just bravely convince yourself it's going to be okay because the only source of help simply turn a blind eye to it because he deems getting the job done more important?

The fear and threats. The help denied. The source of comfort unreachable and unattainable in the end.

And when the fear fades and anger sets in. I realised i should have killed that fucker and that person just watched and walked off.

This is so horrible i feel like i'm choking right now with disgust. With that fucker, the man, and you.