I was born in 1983.
We moved into this neighborhood in 1989. There was this guy who had a family (a wife, and 2 children) that seemed pretty nice. However, we never really got to do anything with him. However, he would offer me soda and other drinks if I would go into his shed and look at her cars. The first time he sexually abused me was in 1993, when I was 10. He showed me his cars, then pushed me down, and then put his penis in my anus. At first I didn't know what was happening, and didn't think much until I realized he was raping me. He then hit me and said if I told his wife or anybody about it, he would kill me. He even pulled a gun in my face once. It was disgusting, I couldn't sleep at night. I was scared to tell anyone. I didn't want to be known as a person who was abused by a neighbor, and it went on for almost 2 years.
When I was turning 15 (1998), the full realization of what had happened hit me. I was raped as a child. I became depressing, and starting planning revenge. I had played baseball before, so we had some bats in the shed. I plotted to get revenge on him for ruining my life and relationships.
It was January 25th, 1999. It was after 5PM, and I grabbed a camcorder, and went out to the shed, and grabbed a baseball bat. I told my Mom was going to shovel his driveway (There was a snowstorm) , but I wasn't. I knocked on his door, and his wife opened. I swung the bat at her, and she collapsed. Then I heard screaming from his kids. I had the camcorder in one hand, and the bat in my other hand. I recorded the whole thing. He began to run. He was sitting on the couch watching TV. I chased him into the bathroom, where I destroyed the door while screaming at him. When I broke it down he was in the bathtub screaming, as I swung the bat at him for 2 whole minutes. Every time I hit him, his face got worse, I just swung, and never cared. I let him die while I ran into the room. I had put my camcorder down as I broke the door, and his kids were near his wife, who was knocked out. I told them to go in their rooms and to leave me alone. They were crying. I swung the bat at his wife a few times, until she was dead. Then I called 911 and said I had killed them.
I killed both of them. They were dead.
The prosecutor understood what I had happened, and it was relieved that he had been beating his wife, and even his children sometimes. So they sent me to a mental institution, but they didn't charge me with murder. They said I had been effected by the abuse and that the killing of him was "justified", but the wife was not. I was sent to the institution for 20 years, and now I'm out. I have no intention of committing anymore crimes.
