Hi I am Cassie and I am here to tell my story. It all started when my little brother was born. My mom hated how he was not a girl and since she hated him I hated him. Our dad named him because he was the only one who cared. And from that day on I was treated like a queen while Carl was treated like a commoner.
Dad left when I was seven years old and it made our verbal abuse to Carl more physical. I now regret it but back then I had so much hatred that I needed a way to release it. "We are going to the mall. This house better be spotless by the time we come back or you will have a worse punishment" mom told Carl as we left the house.
When we got back mom dropped me off and said if Carl misbehaves then use the "special weapon". It was a heated knife. The house was clean and Carl passed out on the couch. I took the opportunity to put fake blood on me and tell mom Carl attacked me.
