The Killer I Know Chapter 11

However, all of this was part of his long-premeditated conspiracy.

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

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

At that moment, I realized I'd made a mistake.

After that, I lived a subhuman existence.

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

Fortunately, the woman had insomnia, so there was a constant supply of sleeping pills in the house.

I only stole one pill each week. 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 wine.

I watched him consume it all.

From that day on, he never woke up again.

He was my Number One.

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

At 12 years old, I was sent to an orphanage. I was happy there because everyone around me was a child like me.