It was late on a Friday night. Brad had had an exceptionally brutal week of work, and things weren't much better at home. His kids were always complaining that he didn't get them enough things, his wife always complaining he wasn't home enough. But what was he to do? He had to earn a living for the family. He laid in bed next to his sleeping wife, his 6'1" body tensing from the stress he was under. His eyes remained open for hours, his mind spinning and spinning until finally he snapped. He rose from his bed, walking into the kitchen and returning with a long, sharp knife. Emily, his wife, stirred awake for just a moment before her eyes shot open in fear. She had no time to scream before Brad was atop of her, slicing her neck open with the knife and watching as blood spurted out, her body falling back to the bed.
He left his room, moving down the hall to his sons room where he slipped in undetected him, slitting his throat in his sleep. The whole ordeal had been very quiet and surreal up to this point until he got to his daughter's room. He stood there, admiring her teen body as she lay in bed. She wasn't completely covered by her blankets and he could sneak peaks of her sultry, sweet body. Brad had often found his gaze falling to his daughter in the past years. As she had gone through puberty she had developed quite a nice body, and now that his wife was getting old and never ceased to nag him, his daughter was the new eye candy for him in the house. He slowly approached her bed with the bloody knife, blood sprayed across his face and chest, dripping down his knuckles.
He left his room, moving down the hall to his sons room where he slipped in undetected him, slitting his throat in his sleep. The whole ordeal had been very quiet and surreal up to this point until he got to his daughter's room. He stood there, admiring her teen body as she lay in bed. She wasn't completely covered by her blankets and he could sneak peaks of her sultry, sweet body. Brad had often found his gaze falling to his daughter in the past years. As she had gone through puberty she had developed quite a nice body, and now that his wife was getting old and never ceased to nag him, his daughter was the new eye candy for him in the house. He slowly approached her bed with the bloody knife, blood sprayed across his face and chest, dripping down his knuckles.