I'm Nate Quinz a singer, model, and a killer.
I killed my own brother, well his my half brother but still my brother.
If he didn't show in front of me then maybe he's still alive, but No! He showed up at me.
He is a torn in my life, the reason for my family's downfall. It's all his fault! If he didn't bear in this world then maybe I have a beautiful life a loving mother, a supportive father, a warm house that I could call home. But No! He has to ruin it!
Back when I was at the age of 5, I always here and see mom and dad fighting they are shouting to each other cursing and yelling.
I'm scared they never been peaceful since I don't know or maybe they never have been peaceful in their marriage.
I'm scared that they would hurt each other, and that day comes. I was 7 years old at that time.
I came from school and the school bus stop in the front of our house, when I enter the house I'm shocked by what I saw.
Dad is hitting mom, while mom is fighting back they are shouting to each other again but now I can clearly hear what they are fighting.
"Jim you fucker! I married you and give up my other son just for you! I'm blind to accept this marriage because of our parents! I have sacrificed everything, Jim! I just want to see my son but you can't even give that to me curse you and our parents! Where's my son Jim! Where's my son, please, please tell me where orphanage did you put my son is I'm begging you sob* sob*" mom cried with sorrow and pain.
" You b*tch, do you think I would tell you where is that son of b*tch son, you wish! Hah! Do you think that I don't know, huh Vivian, I'm not stupid! That child is the son of your lover. Be thankful that I didn't kill him. *we*" dad shouted in rage.
I feel cold surrounds me. So that's why that's the reason why my parents like this.
I help mom to get up and bring her to her room, my parents never shared a room.
Mom talk to me about my brother, and she gives me one of his pictures, she treasures it like some precious stone.
Mom doesn't know that jealousy is eating me. I saw mom the love in her eyes when she looks at those photos. She never looks at me like that and Dad never try to talk and look at me too. They have never been. I just want there love but they couldn't give me that, not unless he would die and be gone for good.
But before I could plan everything, At the age of 9 my parents got divorced, Mom didn't come back, Dad always beat me, so I decided to run away. My childhood life is tragic and all because of him.
It's his fault, so when the opportunity comes I kill him I had shown him the anger I keep for a long time, and now I'm free.
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