Feeling guilty and sense of duty, he began staying between our home and his ex-girlfriend's.
My proud mother quickly started a cold war and even threatened divorce, but the business between the two families was already tangled up and could not be separated at all.
In the end, when I was twelve years old, my mother committed suicide by jumping off a building due to depression and I instantly became a child without a mother.
Half a year later, my father remarried. From then on, they became a happy family of three, while my hatred for my father grew stronger by the day.
When I got caught skipping class to play games at an internet café, my three-year-older brother slapped me across the face and called me uneducated. I immediately picked up a knife, slashed his arm and told him that even though my parents were dead, being "uneducated" was still better than being a bastard like him.
That day, my father tied me up and punished me according to the family rules. He beat me until my body was covered in wounds and then locked me in the basement to "reflect on my behavior."