I Killed My Brother on His Wedding DayChapter 1
After my parents died in an accident, my brother took me to live with my would-be sister-in-law’s family. Her parents took me in and provided for me. But on her wedding day, I killed her family and left my brother wishing for death. Afterwards, I quietly opened the door, allowing the bloodstains to spread unchecked. It wasn’t long before the police arrived.
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The air was thick with the metallic stench of blood, mingling with the fading aroma of freshly cooked food. The house, once brimming with warmth and joy, now stood silent except for the soft click of my footsteps.
When the police kicked the door open and rushed in, I was standing in the living room, pulling the last wedding decoration off the wall. The colorful streamers and balloons now seemed like a cruel mockery of the carnage around me.
“Hands where we can see them!” the captain barked, his voice sharp and commanding.
The sudden noise startled me and a sharp, searing pain erupted in my abdomen, forcing me to bend over. My breath hitched and I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach.
“Damn, kid,” the officer muttered, his eyes scanning the scene. “Did you kill all these people? Why?”
Another officer whispered something in his ear and his stern gaze returned to me, now tinged with disbelief.
“We know the Collins took you in and loved you like their own. How could you do this to them?"
I straightened slowly, letting out a shaky breath. Despite the pain, I forced a smile onto my lips, a bitter, almost deranged curve.
“Tom and Sarah were good to me,” I began, my voice soft but steady. “They treated me well for eight years. Better than I deserved. Everyone said I was like their second child, even better off than Anne.”
The shattered champagne glass, a symbol of joy, now glinted coldly under the harsh police lights. This was supposed to be a day of celebration, a day filled with laughter and love. Tom and Sarah, with hearts full of generosity, had gifted the newlyweds a beautiful home and a luxurious car. But fate had intervened, turning their happiest day into a tragedy.
The officer took a cautious step closer, his gun trained on me. “So why did you do it?”
My lips twitched into a bitter smile, but I didn’t answer.
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