1 Peal Back a Layer

My name is Kevin I am 19 years old and will be telling you the story of how I became a member of a cult. When I was 13 years old my mother died she was beaten to death by my stepfather it was a very cruel scene to see. I felt is as if I could have done something to stop him this was the first time I felt like I was going to burst. After my stepfather tried to understand the situation he saw me and said "This is your fault, she died because of you". I was mad he murdered my mother and he blamed me in my parent's room there was a gun hidden I remember my stepfather hiding it. I walked back as my stepfather was screaming at me, I was heading for the gun. I always was a troubled kid I never cared about anything it was always a game. as I opened my parent's room I see where the gun is I hold it in the palms of my hands I started to smile. At that same moment, my stepfather came to I guess he was going to kill me too but it went bad for him as he was opening the door I take the gun and aim at his foot. pulling the trigger was so easy he fell on the floor he called me a little shit. I started to smile then I shoot his arm it started to make me feel good to hear him scream. then I shoot his other foot his other arm then suddenly silence. he was dead 4 bullets killed him I take the gun and I make sure there are fingerprints on it from my stepfather to make it look like he was fighting for the gun. as everything wad planned I called the cops "911 what's your emergency" "My stepfather beat my mom and I shoot him because he was trying to hurt me too" "is your mother alive" "no I think she is dead" "cops will be going your way just stay calm" as I started to hear the sirens I started to make my self cry for them not to suspect anything. This day was the first time I committed a murder but it won't be the last time.