It was supposed to be simple. Move to the new town. Keep our heads down. Smile when needed and pose for pictures. Wait until we were 18 and could leave our life behind. Easy enough, right? My name is Ryan McCoy. You may have heard of me. When I was arrested for the murder of my parents, it was all over the news. The story of the golden boy going beserk and killing his mother and father became America's new obsession. But none of them got the story right. I'm starting from the very beginning. Welcome to MY story, bitches.