My mother spat the words in my face as I held my knife to her throat. I had her pinned to my bedroom wall, the paint of the walls surrounding us had faded over de years. I haven't been in this room for a while, haven't been near my mother, my enemy. I felt sorry for her, she was jealous of the love I shared with Luther. The love she cant feel for anyone anymore, after the passing of my father. I saw the change in her face, her features, after she had witnessed the murder of her lover. I observed the moment she lost the spark in her eyes, the moment after which she would hate me forever. I watched her yell out, but being denied any space to move, as Luther held her tight. And I kept watching her, while stabbing my father over and over again. I didn't care where or how many times my knife cut him. All I cared was that my mother would lose everything, that she would suffer a pain worse then dead. It wasn't until Luther let go of my mother and pulled me from my father that I had stopped. He took me into the next room, that way I could still hear my mothers screams.

'She will be next', Luther promised with delight. 'You have my word'.

He always kept his word, it's what I loved most about him. He has helped me kill my siblings and aunts and uncles, it's why I'm so loyal to him and he to me.

He stood behind me as I applied more pressure to her neck with my knife. I hesitated, as I knew what would be next.

'Don't worry,' he breathed in my ear, 'it will all be over soon'.

I closed my eyes and with a deep breath, I cut through my mother's throat. Her body fell with a loud bump on my bedroom floor. My tears mixed with the blood on my white, now red, carpet. I turned around, handing the knife over to Luther.

'You've done well my love,' he whispered as he dried my tears, 'it's your turn now'.

He hugged me tight and stabbed me in my gut. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would,' I love you', I thrembled as he twisted the knife.