The dark secret of the 4th of July

Chapter 4: Samuel Barker? Who's that?!

(This is an add on Chapter where going back to AprilTroff if you just want to go through Naomi's story just wait or read Chapter 5 we will continue there) 

Hey! I'm Samuel Barker.. if you didn't already know I'm an Murder but I only Murder people that hurt other people, If your wondering why I even care well I'll tell you.. 

When I was younger I lived with my mum and my dad, my dad was an actual fucking jerk he didn't treat my mother right at all. he used abuse a lot it was really bad I used to hear them fighting a lot my mother would always scream stop it leave me alone but he never did I always remember seeing my mum in the morning with scars and dried up blood and cuts and bruises all her arms face legs back and I wished I knew what my dad actually did to her I never got the chance to find out. Being so young I used to hide under my bed when my parents were fighting because I couldn't stand being in the same room I was to scared to confront my dad tell him to stop. when I came out in the mornings my said would always asked me to hurt mum in anyway because I also said no he would grab me drag me out the back and hit me push me against the brick wall once he did it so bad I nearly died but he didn't care and my mum just thought I had a rough dad at school, I still have all the scars all the memoirs. But what really pulled me to be a murder is the one time I tried to stand up for my mum my dad tried to murder me and told me to fuck off. He went to Jail because my mum called the police on him because she saw it this time. My mum had really bad depression but it really didn't hit her until my dad went to Jail he pulled herself to drugs and drinking to cure her sadness all her pain my mum gave on me I had to take care of her and me at the same time. My mum's depression got to her so bad she stab herself I came home from school she was dead on the ground. I felt this anger wanting to kill my dad and pain my dad was getting out of jail in 4 years so I was ready to kill him. but before I got the chance to live by myself I got sent to a foster home, because my mother and father couldn't take care of me. a view years after being in the foster home I ran away from the place because of was sick of it ,my dad finally got jail and it was my goal to kill him so that's what I set out to do I ran to my old house because I know my dad would go there because he would think me and my mum would still be there. I sat on the front step holding my knife my finger going up and down while I see my dad come around the corner. I stare him as he looks at me in fear I grab his wrist and pull him to the back yard I point my knife towards his neck turning it slowly he tries to run but I stab him in leg so he can't move I'm sick of it he will never treat anyone like this ever again. my knife starts to slowly get closer to him he can't move I stab him a view times until hes dead. I run as quick as I can taking the knife with me for some reason I felt so much pleasure doing that because he tried to do the same thing to me. I guess that's how I am a murder today. 

I'm going to be in the story a lot so I'm happy to get to know me. enjoy the rest of the story bye!