My heart sank as father arose… Porn Mother too was only another nail in my coffin. These memoirs might come as a surprise, however my story needs to be told. I never really paid any mind to his solidarity because in a way I understood it. With my own flesh and blood… I much like my father grabbed her hair and lifted her head only to slice her throat open. It was faint and muffled, it had a familiar sound and I knew I had heard it before. I’m sure she wasn’t exactly enjoying it but her body was acting in accordance. How could I? I felt trapped, cornered by my own actions and made the final decision to kill my mother.
