We're All Villains- God Help Anyone Who Messes With Us

Trouble has followed me since I was young. At sixteen, during a family dinner, my stepbrother put his hand on my thigh under the table and tried to push it higher. I warned him to stop. He only laughed, so I drove a steak knife through his hand and into the table. At twenty, my stepmother tried to forge my father’s will and erase me from it. I broke into her lawyer’s office, stole the papers, and burned them in front of her. Then I beat her so badly she stayed inside for two weeks. After that, they called me crazy. A psycho. No one wanted me until I was twenty-eight and the Morett