The Forbidden Love

The Murder

I couldn't take it anymore. That's all. A few simple words. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take the constant bickering, fighting, threatening to divorce. I always think this every night before I go to bed. But, this night it was different like I could actually do something. My name is Christian Summers and I'm a murderer.
I woke up to the same thing
"I hate you with all my heart," my mom yelled.
I saw my dad raising his fist "Don't make me slap the hell out of you women," he screamed, already exhausted with the same fight every day.
Why must I go through the same thing every day with these simpletons. They're downright abusive and not even getting a divorce. The only sane one was my older brother. Jonny is five years older than me and has actually seen my parents happy. He tells me stories of how they use to laugh and tell jokes. I couldn't believe it when I first heard it. Just thinking about it brought a smile to my face and a terrible spitefulness to him. How come he's so lucky?
I suppose it's time I get out of my room and actually go to school and act normal, like I have a normal family. I quickly took a shower and changed into my regular hoodie and sweatpants and of course a pair of black converse. My bus was already there and I rushed downstairs giving a quick glance to my still fighting parents.
I went in the bus and showed my bus pass to my bus driver. I went to the back of the bus and immediately put in my headphones, I can't handle these idiots today. I'm an outsider, I'd rather not talk to anyone and if I do it's only a few words.
I'm finally at school and already almost late for my first block, science. I rushed in and saw a new student. He has straight black hair, light brown eyes, tall, and has a sharp jaw. He's pretty hot I guess. I usually don't like crushing on anyone, because it's very difficult having to worry about an other person than yourself.
I decided to be the moth and go into the flame. I started to crush on him, just great. He started looking for a desk and he had to choose the one next to me.
"Hi, I'm Jack Gray and it looks like we're going to be science partners."
I stood there staring for at least a few seconds until I realized what to say, "Hi, I'm Christian Summers and it's a pleasure," oh my gosh. I sound like a fucking profiler. He just smiled and continued being on his phone.
The day finally finished and I got to go home, but I had to listen to the treacherous arguments I'm so used to. I walked in and heard nothing. But then, I realized that I can have a quiet day any day I want. All I have to do is get rid of the noise.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed the steak knife and went to my room and hid it underneath my bed. I was going to wait til they fell asleep. Hopefully it will be quick without much work.
It's 9:00 p.m. and I heard the front door click. I heard the drunk slurring and finally the collapse to the floor. I grabbed the knife and silently walked out my bedroom door. I walked like a mouse and saw their drunken, sleep deprived faces.
I first decided to kill my dad first. After all those amounts of emotional and physical abuse I'm finally able to do it. I woke him up and saw his eyes and I slashed the knife with his throat. He slowed his breathing with tears in his eyes and his soul left his body.
Next was my mom. I didn't want to see her eyes and decide to give her mercy. Like she always used to say no mercy for the weak. I slashed the knife across her throat and left her. Their soulless bodies with no facial expression, just laying there.
I decided to change that. I grabbed the knife and cut a smile through both of their faces and cut a question mark on their torsos. I felt like a painter just finishing their most famous work of art.
But with some pieces of art, there is a mistake. My mistake is that there's a potential witness. My brother