My boyfriend is a serial killer

0.1

I woke up panting, my breath hitched as I heard the crying of my oldest brother Jeffrey.
I walked downstairs with a small pocket knife in hand the screaming cries coming from his room I walked in and I saw the most horrific image in my life.
A man with a bloodied knife in between his lips holding a gun to my brothers head my brother looking up at him, he was bloody. Looking tortured knife wounds covered his chest and legs. Deep stabs in his legs they were still bleeding.
I ran up to the mad man immediately slicing open his arm as he pinned me on the the ground while still pointing the gun at him turning his head to me.
"How cute. Trying to save your brother here aren't we? Guess we can't have everything we want in life can't we?" As he finished he pulled the trigger and Jeff was dead.
I screamed out as the gunshot boom pierced through the house as sirens were growing closer and closer into the house. As the Mad man heard the sirens he immediately ran out out of the room kicking the knife out of my hand and taking it as I tried to catch my breath as I cried. And the cops walked bursting in
"We heard gunshot wounds, is everything alright?!" A man called out walking into the room. Seeing his face turn pale.
He told me to step away as I shook hard sitting in the corner holding my head.
"How did this happen?" Said the police turning his head to me.
"The- um..- man- fuck!" I cried not being able to explain.
He called the ambulance as they took him away and they drove me to the police station.

"And what are your parents names?"
I froze right in my tracks. Jeffrey was the only adult I've known and loved since my parents died in the crash.
"N-no idea sir.." I repeated.
I knew their names like the back of my hand, I can't say their names out loud it'll make me cry.
"How old are you, Julian"
"16."
"We'll have to put you in foster care unit. You're too young to be let off the hook." The police officer said putting all the files away. "Also with this happening to you, we will have to put you on medication and therapy." He said looking up at me writing a note.
"You're not putting me on fucking medications or therapy! I'm not fucking crazy. I don't need it, I'm fine without you assholes to make everything go to shit like you always do!" I said my voice cracking close to crying.
"Julian..."
"I said fucking no!" I repeated

He nodded and told me to get in the car, we drove for what felt like days when we ended up at a house.
The lady answered the door.
"Oh! How sweet you must be Julian!" She said.
I nodded in agreement as she looked at me.
"Come inside Julian, you have lots of kids to meet." She said eagerly as she waved goodbye to the officer leaving me with the woman.
I walked inside as 5 kids gathered around all different ages, different looks.
The smallest one giggled and climbed on my leg "Hi, I'm Jane." She whispers sweetly
"Hi! I'm mojo" said a young boy with jet black hair.
"I'm Jayden!" Said another one with short curly hair
"Hey.. I'm Evan" said one in the corner pushing his glasses up.
And then last but not least a small boy came running down the stairs as he slipped, he blushed and looked up at me "I-I'm Jay.." he said then looked back down.
I giggled sweetly at them. Good children. Hopefully Their happy selves will make me happy too..