The Life Of An Missionary Baptist. Who am I kidding this is a Originals Fanfic.

There I was standing all alone in the dark and desolate room. Regret and guilt were all I felt as I stood in front of the bloody body of someone who I loved and cherished. My mom. My so-called innocent mom. I know the truth. The dark truth about my mom, that not even my siblings know. I ran out of the room. I couldn't bear the guilt of telling my siblings, how their wretched brother killed their mom. You heard she wasn't and will never be my mom after what she did to my father. my true father. Not the one who abused me all my life. Not the one who best me any chance he had."Brother, Brother did you hear mom died" I can hear the grief and sorrow in his voice." I heard brother, I heard" I said. I grinned. Of course, I heard, foolish brother for I was the one who ended her miserable life. HAHA. The readers may wonder who this is. Speaking to you and breaking the wall, blocking me and you from communicating. IT WAS ME ALL ALONG DIO BRANDO.