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Hello there, I'm Henry mathews and I'm a psycopath

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"Fuck me",I said ,staring at the bodies lying in front of me , swimming in a pool of their own blood. It wasn't supposed to be like this, I wasn't supposed to go this far. I blame Ashely, if she hadn't acted like that....No ... I blame John, If he hadn't introduced me to Ashely this wouldn't have happened or... No ...I blame my dad , if he hadn't been such a bad role model maybe........just maybe , I wouldn't be here right now.
Maybe I could have been an actor, shooting some block buster somewhere in L.A, i always loved acting, or maybe I would have been a dad, maybe me and my kids would be sharing the grace about to dig into a plate of roasted turkey or lasagna for dinner, but No......here I am standing over two dead bodies.

I run my bloody hands through my hair , leaving a blood trail all the way from the front to the very end, remembering that the police had been called a few minutes ago. How much time do I have left before they get here, 30 minutes?, 20? 'I have to do something and I have to do it fast' I say to myself wondering how I got here.

Oh yh. I remember. Love

Fuck love.

I've never been one to believe in love, sad messed up guy gets the girl, that's a cliché, in real life guys like me don't get the girl. No guys like me get trampled on and end up killing themselves due to depression or some shit, in real life guys like me were the background characters-The Extras- ,and the protagonists-The mean, rich , arrogant sons of bitches-, always got the girl.
Love was for the weak, so I dabbled in hate, I hated those rich, arrogant , disrespectful guys that always got the girls, I hated the dumb dimwitted girls that fell for the stupid, rich guys because of their money, power and....well ...money,I hated people for being fake and longing to fit in among those arrogant brats, I hated society for pushing guys like me into the darkness and shutting the door, turning their backs on us and finally I hated myself , for being that guy, the guy who doesn't get the girl.

Love was a fairy tale , a prop wielded by Hollywood only, the oldest cliché of all time, used so much that its lost its meaning and those who taught they were In love were pathetic, they weren't in love, they were in lust .

If I took away your ass or your boobs, you think your boyfriend would still be so madly in love with you? Hell no sweetie.
If I stole all the money you had in your bank account , you think your girlfriend would still kiss you and call you babe? Hell no.. She would swerve if you tried to kiss her. Love had lost its meaning and simply become lust, lust for money, power, popularity or just good old fashioned sex.....I didn't believe in love.....until I did.

Let me tell you a little bit about myself.... My story, or whatever. I'm Henry, Henry Mathews and I'm a psychopath........ I think, either way the latter , the other option of who i am is worse, it would be that i am my father's son, and I'd rather die than be any thing like my father, I'd rather get hit by a bus or crushed by a building or get eaten Alive, devoured limb by limb by a beast , the most ferocious, think of any, I would rather get eaten by it than be my fathers son.

My story is the typical a**hole dad beats mum till there's nothing left to beat then moves on to son then when he is done moves on to son's little sis, I hated that part , that's my story, typical, except dad was a serial killer, 'The Malibu basher killer' he bashes the skulls of His victims, which he also did to my mom ,currently he is in jail paying for his crimes and the only thing he left me was .....'The serial killer Gene' .......yes..... I have it and it haunts me, teases me and reminds me that I could snap at any moment and turn into my dad, but I won't....I'm different right? It takes two to make a child, I must have gotten some of my moms kindness and love right? Or maybe.....maybe the Apple didn't fall so far from the tree, after all I'm the one standing over two corpses now aren't i?

Three months ago I didn't believe In love but now I do, even after this whole mess i still do , I just have to get it right next time ,yes, there will be a next time, I am going to find a way to get out of this mess. Imagine being in prison with my dad, I'm sure that would Make His day ...or his week , or year even.
Oh and how did this mess happen? Well let me take you on a short trip down the memory lane....3 months down it to be precise.

For those of you who have gotten this far, thank you for reading.... I will be posting new chapters weekly or bi weekly...enjoy.