Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 108342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
23 – I wasn’t sure what to do with him. I decided that the storage area I was making in the basement for my workshop would have to do. I couldn’t chance taking him to the police. He may never serve time, and be right back out because of some technicality. Look at all of the misery he has caused?! My initial plan was to kill him, I damn sure wanted to. Then I thought about our mother. Regardless of how terrible he is, he is still my brother. Mom told me to take care of him. To watch over him. But he’s a monster. I can’t shepherd a demon. While he was still passed out, I quickly used some of the chains from work and created an area to restrain him. I brought one of the old cot beds from the shed out back and placed it and a bucket inside, too. By the time he woke up, he was tied to the bed. He laughed. And he laughed. And he laughed all night.
24 – I fed him. I asked him why he killed all of those people. He told me what I already knew. I just needed to hear it. I called Dad, told him his son’s predicament. Dad made me promise to not kill him. None of this was planned. I wanted to be rid of him. I said I can’t let him go; he’d just do it again. Dad asked that I keep him there for a little while. So, I did. I fed him the bare minimum. Sometimes, I would beat him… just like he’d choke and beat those poor men he tortured and murdered. He was proud of what he’d done. The longer he stayed in my basement, the more complicated things became… I had planned to let him starve to death, but then, I started having dreams about Mom. She wouldn’t have wanted that.
I couldn’t keep him. I couldn’t let him go. I couldn’t hand him to the police – they’d ignored my previous calls, and he had a sick way of charming and convincing doctors, counselors, and even police officers into thinking he was either a victim, or someone had it all wrong. No. This was family. Mom and Dad were right. Family issues have to be settled in the family because when I tried to get outside assistance, it didn’t help. In fact, it made things worse. He felt invincible.
25 – He told me this morning that he knew it was me who had called the police all of those times. The anonymous tipper. He laughed as I fed him oatmeal and eggs. His arms remained tied behind his back. He said Mom and Dad always tried to make me be the savior. He said it was pathetic. I head butted him and he passed out…
15 – Month 2 – He’s losing a lot of weight. I hope he dies. I am still feeding him because of the guilt. Killing my own brother. I was relieved to look at the news though, and finally not see any more murders. It makes all of this worth it, in the end. Now, Portland is safe from him and so is everywhere else where he ventured to destroy lives.
5 – Month 4 – I told my father I am going to shoot him in the head. Once again, he begged me not to. Cried and told me to bring him to his house. I said no. Dad would just let him go out of guilt, or be overpowered and killed.
Things have gotten more complicated though. I’ve met someone, and she is looking for the killer. And it gets worse. I’m in love with her.
10 – Initially, I was thinking it was a good deal. I could keep an eye on the investigation through her, and also date a gorgeous, sexy and brainy woman at the same damn time. Well, of course it was not that simple. She’s deeply invested. She’s putting the puzzle pieces together, and she never fucking sleeps, because she is devoted to figuring this out. She even cut back on her PI work to focus more on this. I am in over my head. I’ve fucked this woman at least two dozen times now, and she is still interrogating me. I find that amusing and insulting all at the same time. Anyway, she’s getting too close.
11. I don’t want her to tell me anything else about this case. I want her safe. I know now that my time with her may be limited. She’s going to figure this out, she’s too smart not too, and then, she’ll hate me.
13. She needs to understand how this happened. The backstory. What led up to this. I am sick of him. I am sick of my father. I am sick of just about everyone. I just want my life back. This has to end.