I Killed My Brother's Best Friend

Prologue

Police lights lit up the street as an ambulance drove up to the house with the siren blaring through the night. Paramedics rushed into the house carrying the heavy bags of medical equipment even though it was useless at this point.

The young man was long gone with his blood pooling all over the floor with his eyes still open and mouth open from when he made his last agonizing breaths being obscured by the blood being coughed up from his throat.

The officers and paramedics were stunned to see the young girl covered in blood with a face void of any emotion. Her eyes were locked on the person she had brutally killed. The officers were at a loss of what to do as this was something they had never expected.

A few expensive cars had screeched to a stop in front of the house just within minutes of each other with young men running into the house.

One of the girl's brothers was screaming at her and calling her a monster and profanities. The officers had to step in and hold him away from the little girl he looked ready to kill.

The other brothers looked at the scene in horror and shock.

She was always so quiet and reserved. Never for a second did they think that little girl was capable of such a bloody act.

Though they were no better, they hadn't known any different.

She did, though. She was never exposed to the violence and blood they saw on a regular basis that some of them had grown to enjoy.

Or so they thought.