I do what I need to do

The start

                 Have you watched the news and thought 'I could do it better, I could find them better.' I know most of us have and sometimes we act on it either weather in person or online and it can go either way good or bad. Me? I don't care just as long as my target gets what's coming to them. I wasn't always like this then again people don't always stay the same no matter how many years go by. My name is Emilie Copper and this is my story from being a girl so innocent to someone you don't ever want to mess with. Now a day's people are accusing others for either raping them or sexually assaulting them without a hint of proof other than their word. Me, I need proof and proof is one of the things I'm great at finding, I lived in Oregon for most of my life with my "family" my life was calm for the most part outside of home, but inside you can basically call it hell. My mom left unable to take the abuse from the man I used to call dad any longer the only problem I have with that is that she left us with him. Claiming she'll get us soon...She said that 2 years ago. I'm 20 years old and I'm in my last year of college that college sadly is a mile away from my house so, I'm forced to stay there until I can earn enough money to get me and my little brother Johnnie who's 13 years old out of there, I'm studying to became a surgeon and I've been passing with A's & B's in my classes. My dad doesn't like that tries to have me do chores in order for me to miss out on doing my assignments, but it hasn't worked and he takes it on my little brother verbally and physically abusing him going as far as touching him in places no one should ever touch. One night December 23 just two days before Christmas I came home from one of my night classes and the house was a mess with a few beer bottles on the floor and before I could question what was going on I hear my brother scream bloody Mary, I rush upstairs bust open the door to his room only to see our dad trying to enter my little brother from behind "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!! GET THE FUCK OFF OF HIM!!!!" I screamed as I grabbed him by the throat using all of my strength and throw him off of him and into the closed door closet he yelled in pain as he crashed into the doors "Are you okay????!" I said as I looked at him in fear and worry too scared to say anything he only nodded I looked back at our dad seeing him trying to get up I look back at my little brother, pulled his pants back up, gave him a hug, and whispered in his ear "Run" I let go of him and he ran I look back at our dad with a death glare "You're dead now" just as I said that I felt something snap within me and everything went blurry. Next thing I knew I was covered in his blood his dead body lying in front of me. I hear officers coming up the stairs and enter the room, but I don't face them "PUT YOUR HANDS UP WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM" I did without thinking about it. They then arrested me taking me downstairs and outside seeing news vans along with paparazzi taking pictures "EMILIE!" That voice snapped me out of the trance I was in "Johnnie???" I look in the direction I heard Johnnie's voice came from and I see him by the paramedics he gets up and runs towards me, but one of the officers stop him from getting close to me "No! Please let me say goodbye! Please!" I begged like my life depended on it. Seeing the desperate look on my face they un-cuff me, let him through, and Johnnie attacks me with a hug not carrying I was covered in blood "Are you okay?" I ask in a soft whisper "I'm okay" he says though his tears "I'm glad..." I say unable to hold back the tears from the thoughts of not being able to see him again and we just stood there crying in each other's arms until the officers had to once again cuff me and take me away "I LOVE YOU JOHNNIE!!! BE A GOOD BOY!!!" I yelled as they put in the back of the police car and we drove off hearing him yelling "I LOVE YOU TOO!!!"

I went through trial and instead of being charged for murder I was giving 'Involuntary man-slaughter' as others stood up and backed my little brother up as an abuser and I was given 15 years in prison I would by in my late 40's early 50's. I looked at my little brother made a heart shape with my hands and mouthed 'I love you' knowing he wouldn't be allowed to see me until he's 18. He mouthed it back with tears going down his face. That was the last time I saw him. You're mostly wondering "You're in prison now where does the story do from here?" Will I'll let you in on a little secret...I'm not in prison. I'm supposed to be, but the bus that was taking me and a few other people to the prison, but it got into a crash with a couple other cars I was able to get free of my cuffs and get out before the bus explored and I was pronounced dead to the whole world. One the day of my 'funeral' Johnnie was the only one left there staring down at my grave crying, I had to hold myself back from going over to him and hugging him 'He'll be fine. I know he will be, but that won't stop me from checking in on him whenever I can' I thought to myself as I turned around and left ready to start with my plans.

I know there areother people out there like our dad and I plan on finding them one by one. Istill remember everything I learned in class and I'm one hell of a detectivewith all that in mind I know exactly what to do.