Scream: An autobiography by Kieran Wilcox.

Atlanta.

I met Piper one afternoon. I had just had an argument with my step dad. Apparently I was too young to be partying as much as I did.
I only partied this much because I hoped that if I was bad enough my dad might come back and get me. He basically dumped me here when I was young. He ran away to live his perfect life without a kid in his way.

Piper was in a cafe, one I used to use a lot. I walked up and ordered a coffee and I sat down at a table to think about things and calm down. Every so often I would catch her eyes meeting mind and then quickly darting away. I walked up and sat opposite her and introduced myself. She seemed shy but I knew she wasn't. "Piper Shaw, Famous horror podcaster.". I listened to it sometimes. She was perfect. I asked her if she wanted to come for a drink, she said yes. I took her to my usual bar. Small, quiet. I could get to know her better in here.
We spend a lot of the night talking about life and her past, I told her mine. It was ruined when my step dad barged into the bar and grabbed me. He took me outside and punched me a few times.
"We've been trying to call you all night." He punched me a few more times.
I can't remember much except waking up the next day. I had given piper my number and I had a number of texts from her. I read through them all:
"Kieran. I have a plan"
"I really like you and I need your help"
"Kieran, this plan is genius"
I replied and Piper explained that she had found my dad in a town called Lakewood and Piper had business in the town too.
She explained to me that the only way it could work is that my mom and step dad needed to die so that I would go into the custody of my dad.

So one night, after some planning we all headed out; My step dad, my mom and myself. My step dad began to lecture me about the normal sort of things he did. So I took my opportunity and I hit him on the head and pulled pthe wheel to the right and swerved into a tree.
My step dad wasn't dead afterwards though. I had to put him out of his misery myself. It was calming. I approached his side of the car and he looked at me. So helpless, so... Full of fear and the lust, the lust for death took over and I killed him. I snapped his neck in a way that made it look like the crash caused it. I liked killing. It gave me the power to choose who lived and who died. It definitely because a better source of comfort than any therapist could hope to offer.
Piper taught me this.