Jacob Bufore
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Why I Did It
My cellmate recently asked me why I killed all those people. I was happy to tell him. My mother was the most wonderful woman in the world. She was beautiful, kind, and caring. But my father was a putrid piece of shit, a stain on the face of the Earth. He would always come home and beat my mother, then leave to sleep with whatever whore he had got drunk enough to stand him. I was just a little kid, so there wasn't much that I could. No matter how many times he hit her, there was still a piece of her that loved him. I was eight when my sister was born. I might not have been able to protect my mom, but I was going to protect my sister. As time went on my father's rage grew, and with his rage growing the beatings got worse. I even started getting beat. Then one day, in a fit of rage, he beat my beautiful, kind, and caring mother to death. He buried her in the backyard and threatened us if we ever said anything.
By Jacob Bufore5 years ago in Criminal