I thought about how my dad would've been waking up to go to work in just a couple of hours. What my mom had bought at the store to make for dinner the next day. How he saved me for last because he did all that just to get to me.
He didn't care about the project my dad was excited about finishing or the new recipe my mom was going to try. They weren't even tools for him. They were just in the way.
He hid under my bed and he told me "I've already taken care of your parents" and we didn't mean anything to him except his sick cheap thrill and that's why I decided I was never, ever going to stop until he was dead because I couldn't stand the thought that my parents were dead just so that some creep could get off.
I know that doesn't really help you decide what to do. But I understand how you feel, I think.
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He didn't care about the project my dad was excited about finishing or the new recipe my mom was going to try. They weren't even tools for him. They were just in the way.
He hid under my bed and he told me "I've already taken care of your parents" and we didn't mean anything to him except his sick cheap thrill and that's why I decided I was never, ever going to stop until he was dead because I couldn't stand the thought that my parents were dead just so that some creep could get off.
I know that doesn't really help you decide what to do. But I understand how you feel, I think.