The day high school ended. My sister was raped and her body dumped. The killer was never found. Ten years later. I went live online and confessed. [I’m the one who raped and murdered my sister.] The internet exploded. My girlfriend broke up with me, my boss fired me in a rage, and my inbox flooded with messages so vile I couldn't read them. In the interrogation room. A detective watched me, his eyes sharp. “We did find male DNA on your sister’s body back then,” he said. “It doesn’t match yours.” “So what is this all about? What’s your real game here?” 1 [So, streamer, you’re really saying you raped your 18-year-old sister right after she finished her finals, and then you dumped her body in the woods??] [That was your own half-sister. Are you even human?] [Is this a script or for real? You’d sell your soul for clout!] The comments in my live stream were a torrent of fury. I sat bolt upright under the harsh glare of the overhead light, the white glow making the world feel a little hazy. “That’s right,” I said, my voice steady. “I did it.” The moment the words left my lips, my stream blew up. Viewers flooded in so fast the chat began to lag. Newcomers were lost, so the regulars quickly brought them up to speed: [The Brookwood County Jane Doe case. It’s infamous around here.] [The victim was on her way home from her last day of school. It was just a two-mile walk. The killer raped her, mutilated her… He even pulled out her intestines and tied them in a knot…] [I went to high school with her. The victim, Lyla, was beautiful and kind. She got the highest SAT score in the state. She was a shoo-in for an Ivy League school!] [Back then, her father offered a $100,000 reward for any leads, but they never found the bastard. After that, no one in our town let their kids walk anywhere alone.] Another comment chimed in: [I lived in their neighborhood! Her brother, Liam, used to be so good to her. He’d buy her candy all the time. He even dropped out of school and took on odd jobs just so she could stay in a good high school.] [Reading that now sends a chill down my spine. Who knows how long he was abusing her in secret…] The chat room erupted. [You disgusting animal!! You destroyed a genius!] [I hope you rot in hell, streamer!] [Hey streamer, I bought you a VIP ticket for the express lane to hell. Next time you see a semi, just do a swan dive in front of it, will ya? Give the driver a little scare.] People started spamming the police. [@BrookwoodPD, get in here! We’ve got a live one!] In the middle of the chaos, a pig’s head emoji suddenly appeared over my face. Someone had sent me a gag gift. I froze for a second, then a shameless smile spread across my face. “Hey, thanks for the gift,” I said. “And we just hit 100,000 followers. Thanks for all the attention, everyone.” 2 That just made them angrier. [Shameless!!] [I’m now convinced some people are just demons reincarnated.] [Did you really kill your sister or is this just a sick stunt for followers? You’ll do your time for this fake-out and then come back to open an online store?] [Don’t worry, I’ve already called the cops! If he’s telling the truth, he’s going to prison for life! If he’s lying, it’s a public disturbance charge, and he’ll still get locked up!] [Why is this scumbag still allowed to stream and make money? Everyone, report his account!] A red warning box popped up on my screen. [Your stream has been reported for disturbing content. Please moderate your broadcast.] By now, my stream had skyrocketed. From number one in Brookwood County, to number one in the "Lifestyle" category, to the top of the entire platform. Over a million people were watching. I figured the only reason I was still live was because the police were using it to pinpoint my location. Otherwise, the platform would have banned me instantly. A few viewers caught on. [Hey, everyone, stop reporting him. What if he logs off and makes a run for it?] Just then, a comment from an account named "Officer Miller" appeared: [We have officers en route.] [Justice may be delayed, but it is never denied.] I shrugged at the camera. “Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere.” I leaned in closer, looking directly into the lens, and spoke each word with chilling clarity. “I’m at 6 Garden Apartments, Unit 502.” “I’ll be waiting for you, Officer.” 3 In the interrogation room, two officers sat across from me. The younger one glared at me every few seconds. The name on his badge was Miller—probably the righteous "Officer Miller" from my chat. The older detective, however, was calm, even offering me a small, disarming smile. “No need to be tense, Liam. We’re just here to ask a few questions.” “What you said on your live stream… was it all true?” I nodded. “Every word.” His expression hardened. “Can you describe the events of that day?” I closed my eyes, dredging up the memory. “June 8th, 2013. A day I’ll never forget.” “It was the last day of final exams. My dad was ecstatic. He’d already booked a table to celebrate, ordered flowers, and sent me to pick up a cake for my sister, Lyla.” “Lyla’s school was about two miles from our house. I was on my way back from the bakery when I saw her walking home.” “It was hot that day. She wasn’t in her uniform, just a simple white dress. I followed behind her, my eyes fixed on the pale, smooth skin of her calves. I realized, somewhere along the way, she’d blossomed. She was a woman now.” “I don’t know… something just snapped. I came up from behind, clamped a hand over her mouth, and dragged her into a nearby alley. And I… I took her.” The old detective’s voice was steady. “And why did you mutilate her?” “Because…” I paused, a sneer twisting my lips. “She fought back.” “Why would she fight back?” I asked, my voice rising. “I was so good to her. The money for her school? That was me, working my ass off! She was so pretty and perfect, all because of me. What was wrong with letting me have a little fun?” Officer Miller slammed his hand on the table, his face contorted with rage. “She was your sister, you sick bastard!” I laughed, a short, ugly sound. “Maybe not. Her mom was a tramp. She cheated on my dad, that’s why they got divorced. Heh. Mother and daughter… both bitches.” The older detective cut me off. “Was this the first time you assaulted her?” “Yes,” I said. “But I’d touched her before. Kissed her at home.” Officer Miller let out a loud, contemptuous snort. The detective pressed on. “Why did you choose the alley? You could have waited until she was home, like the other times you mentioned.” I hesitated. “Like I said, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing. Besides, it’s more exciting outdoors.” Miller looked like he was about to lunge across the table and strangle me. The older detective put a restraining hand on his arm. “And then what happened?” the detective asked. My fingers twitched, a nervous tremor. I glanced at the case file on the table in front of him and smiled, a wide, triumphant grin. “The rest is all in that file you’re looking at.” “I used a knife. 36 times. I pulled out her intestines. I was going to tie them into a pretty butterfly knot, but my hands were too slippery with blood… so I just kind of tangled them up.” 4 “Did you hate her?” “Maybe,” I mused. “When her mom was in charge, she was never good to me. Always shorting me on my allowance.” “Eventually, I started to hate Lyla, too.” “I hated how she knew nothing, how she’d act all innocent and ask me for things. ‘Brother, can you buy me this dress? Brother, can I have money for a milkshake?’ All while I was breaking my back for her.” I curled my lip, continuing my story. “When I came to my senses, I wiped my prints off the weapon. The alley had no cameras. I left her there, clothes torn, and walked home with the cake like nothing happened. I even said hello to a neighbor on the way.” “It wasn’t until 8 PM that night, when my dad still couldn’t reach her, that he finally called the police.” I chuckled mockingly. “You cops were a bunch of useless fools back then. Rushed around for weeks and found nothing. And now, ten years later, the case is colder than a morgue slab.” The old detective didn’t take the bait. Instead, his gaze sharpened. “So why confess now? And why do it on a live stream?” “For the clout,” I said with an indifferent shrug. “Making money is hard these days. I’m tired of working. I figured I could become an influencer, rake in millions. Didn’t you see? One hour on stream and I gained over a hundred thousand followers.” “A while back, some girl went viral for being the ‘Hottest Fugitive.’ I figured I could aim for ‘Most Handsome Killer.’” The detective was silent for a moment. Then he asked, “And what evidence do you have to support any of this?” “Lyla was buried,” I said. “You can get a court order, exhume the body. The DNA in her system will prove it.” “It’s been ten years. I assume your forensics department isn’t as useless as it used to be. Don’t disappoint me.” This time, Officer Miller couldn’t hold back. “Of course it’s not!” he roared at me. “Nothing stays buried forever. Every crime leaves a trace. Liam, I swear to God, I will see you brought to justice!” I didn’t argue. I just smiled, a faint, chilling curve of my lips. “I’m counting on it.”
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