Psychocriminalist Chapter 11

However, all of this was his long-planned conspiracy.

To seize all of my mother's assets, her death was disguised as suicide.

After my mother passed, he brought home a woman and a 5-year-old boy.

In that moment, I understood I'd been wrong.

After that, I lived an inhuman existence.

My stepmother's abuse, my father's favoritism, and that "brother's" "mischief."

Fortunately, the woman had insomnia, so sleeping pills were constantly in the house.

I only stole one pill per week, which she never noticed.

I did this for two years. On the anniversary of my mother's death when I was 12, I put them all in my father's drink.

I watched him consume it all.

From that day on, he never woke up.

He was my Number 1.

After my father's death, my stepmother naturally wouldn't care for me and took all the money.

At 12, I was sent to an orphanage. I was happy there because everyone around me was just like me.