"Little Joseph" aka "Josesito" (Serial Killer Series, chapter 1)

Little Joseph (Josesito)

My first time was almost by accident.

By accident I discovered a whole new world.

It was kinda like when you discovered masturbation.

There you are, rubbing an anxiety that you don't even know where it comes from, and suddenly it transforms into the mayor cusp that an itch can take you to. And you want to basically do it every single day. And yet this is simple biology and normal human behavior.

Mine was something even more unexpected and therefore surprising.

That day my life was going to change forever.

And it all started the day he entered my house.

Actually, my maternal grandmother's house: a house that at this point seemed more like a refuge for mothers in trouble. And that was solely due to chance intervening, so that both my mom and her sister, would end up divorced and returning to their maternal home, with their respective children.

In the beginning there where only the three of us; my grandmother, my mom and I, a normal 7-year-old girl.

Then he came.

His mother, my aunt, had never been formally married, so after an ugly breakup she had nowhere to stay. Naturally she ended up going back to his mother's home. But not alone; She came with Josesito.

He was a heavy built child even when he was short. He was a resounding and at the same time solid boy. He wasn't a soft rubicund chubby, but rather a miniature tank, which used his strength to obtain or avoid what his whims dictated at the time.

In his 8 years of life, his parents had managed to raise a child who was uninterested to anyone else but himself. In his mind there was no idea of sharing. There were only at his feet,, a lot of slaves who had to fulfill his every whim.

He whore, cried, shouted, kicked anyone who tried to make him see reason or contradict him.

All my toys became his; to use and break at ease.

Never a challenge from the mother who seemed more terrified than anything else.

I hated him.

Every day I complained, and it was useless.

The behaviors that were instilled in me throughout my entire life as unacceptable. Lessons about respect, consideration for others and their feelings, caring for animals.

Everything.

In the trash.

Everything was suddenly justifiable.

And a simple genre changed everything.

If with his whims he threw the food he did not want on the floor; They asked him: What did the little man of the house want to eat.

His tastes began to dictate the menu.

If suddenly in a fit of rage he broke and threw everything on the floor; I was asked to help collect things and tidy up. Four women, three generations, kneeling cleaning up the mess the little man of the house had made. The little man, who tired of his own tantrum sat at the table with his arms crossed: Leave him, leave him be, luckily he has calmed down" they said.

If he tried to hang the cat for fun and by force of pushing and screaming I saved him; They comforted me saying that everything would be fine and that -I had to have patience because he was a boy and he played rough without realizing it".

He broke my toys; You must be patient, hes a boy, he doesn't understand, he doesn't know, he's not as tidy as you are 'cause youre a girl-. Help the poor thing with his homework, boys have a harder time at school, it's normal.