My father was never a kind man. No kind man could do the things we do. I didn't know anything about my fathers organization when I was young, he never told me what he did for a living, and I had always been too scared to ask. My mother always tried to make up for his lack of love. She showered us with gifts, hugs, kisses and love; like any good parent.
The day my father called me into his office, on my 10th birthday, was the day my mothers heart broke. Her and I were watching one of my favorite shows, and talking about all the presents and sweets I had waiting for me, when my father called me downstairs.
I will never forget the way my mother sobbed. She never wanted this for her child. I was a good kid, and before I became a monster, I thought I could change the world. I had this dream t
