Why I Had to Kill My Brother

I grew up in a good family with my brother Emory and two sisters. Our parents had taught us well, not only the difference between right and wrong, but also the importance of looking after family. Family was very important; family was everything. So when I decided to join Emory in a business venture I wasn't worried. I trusted my brother.

But I shouldn't have.

For the way I was treated, I needed retribution. I sought revenge for the way he crippled me emotionally and for the strain he put on my other family relationships. He affected my health and he destroyed my outlook on life. I needed to show him what he had done. I had to punish him.

To get my life back, I had to take his.