I knew I was in trouble when her blood was covered on my hands. I never meant to kill her, but that hardly matters, when she's dead.
I once confided in a friend, that my family was falling apart, because my dad was cheating. She promised she wouldn't tell, but placed conditions on her silence.
It eventually went out. My mum drank her life away, and dad moved to London. My entire life collapsed!
She told, and since then, I embarked on a mission to make her pay. She needed to experience my pain. Only, it's out of hand now.