Kill That Lover

My brother was stabbed to death by my mother's lover.

As he died, he stared in disbelief at our mother, who had handed his killer the knife, then stopped struggling.

After my brother died, my mother used it to threaten me and move into their home,

forcing me to call another boy, about my brother's age, my brother.

They hurt me without the slightest restraint.

Who could have guessed that one day my stepbrother would lose control and say he wanted to marry me?