My dad and stepmom were really abusive growing up and I regret not killing them when I had the chance.
My dad was cursed with having nothing but daughters so as soon as that stupid b**** came swooping in with a daughter close to my age and 2 sons (one older than me and one younger), my dad was quick to get with her. She was okay at first, but then she started treating me like I was competition and started giving me backhanded compliments and blamed everything her kids did on me. My dad sent me away to live with my grandparents for awhile since I was “getting out of hand”. Then I found out she was pregnant with my dads kid and well, long story short, life spiraled out of control. I became the 11-y/o mother of an autistic 10-y/o, a 6-y/o little boy with adhd and chronic IBS and a newborn Baby Girl.
My older step brother was a p************. He and his football friends would constantly bully me when they saw me at school (he was only a year older than me so we were going to the same schools) I was their punching bag and it only progressed until I snapped and stabbed one of the friends from behind on his way back home in middle school. I didn’t kill him. Just hurt him enough to get the message across and told him that No one would ever believe that a innocent little 4’10 girl could ever do such a thing. None of my step bros friends hung out with him after that (simply because he never believed that a scrawny loser like me would ever be able to pull it off). The abuse got worse after that tho. SB constantly ordered me around, said super hurtful things, smacked me, etc. anything to hurt me ig. And my dad was blind to every bit of it, hell he even went as far as to praise SB for showing me my “place”. So SB was the next on my list.
Since his friends abandoned him, he was considered an outcast which made him depressed and unleashed his “Emo phase” during that time tho, he got a girlfriend, let’s call her Emma. Emma was really sweet and awesome and completely In love with SB. So I lied about some stuff and broke them up. After their breakup I played the “supportive friend” for Emma. We ended up becoming best friends in high-school. I started spiked SB’s food with LSD from my “parents” stash whenever I had the chance. He ended telling a school counselor that he was hallucinating a lot and it was driving him crazy. He was locked up in a juvenile detention center because they found the traces in his blood. My dad and SM were so mad because they thought he was getting high off their supply.
One day, I had detention (having earbuds in). I called and called and called my dad and SM to come pick me up but they didn’t answer so I had to walk home in the rain. It took me an hour to get home and once I did, it was a s*** storm. I was being called irresponsible for not picking up my siblings from school on time, and a w****, because in my dads mind, I was at some dudes house f****** since I was doing my duties as “big sister”. I physically felt something in my brain crack that day. And that night, I stood right beside their bed and planned of slitting both of their throats. But my baby sister started crying and suddenly I thought to myself, “who’ll take care of her if these worthless druggies are dead and you’re locked up?” So I just went to coddled my sister and didn’t sleep a wink that night. But with all the inconvenience and strife they’ve put me through all these years, I wish I could’ve ignored my sister crying and killed them like I had planned. Our lives would be so much better if I had slit their f****** throats.