Chapter One;
*Genevieve's POV*
Me and my 10 year old brother are going hunting. But before I start, why not tell you how we became this way.
My name is Genevieve, I'm 16 and I have a younger brother Jacob who's 10. We used to live with our dad, our mom was never in the picture. When I was 14, I, I snapped. Now, before you think my father abused me or anything, he didn't. I'd even say we were a pretty happy family, On the outside that is. Although no one layed a finger on me they did however abuse Jacob who was 8 at the time.
I loved Jacob, it pained me to see him hurt. So one day, I heard my filthy excuse for a father go into his room.
"NO. DAD PLEASE." I heard my brother yell.
"Be a good little boy, Jacob." He whispered.
"STOP. PLEASE!" I could practically hear the tears that were streaming out of his face.
I had heard enough. I didn't want Jacob to get hurt again. So I did what I thought was best. I ran out of my room, went to the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest knife I could find. I quickly went in Jacob's room only to find my dad..... touching him. THAT ANIMAL! THAT DISGUSTING ASSHOLE! Without hesitation I whispered "Be a good little boy." and stabbed him. Repeatably. All my anger, all my hatred towards my father finally came out. And I was glad. I slit a cut through his stomach making his insides come out laughing like a manic. I looked over at Jacob, he wasn't scared at all. In fact, he had a smile on his face. Ever since then, we've killed. Me and my little brother, happy as ever.
