My stepdad is a serial killer

My dad was in jail from when I was 7 until I was 9. When he got out he was a changed man and I kinda hated him. He would have mood swings and tell me he hated me too and all kinds of other horrible things. I had a lot of different stepdads as I got a little older. The first one I liked a lot but when I was 16 my dad married a man who I’ll just call Jim. I never trusted Jim but he was the best out of all of my stepdads. He was super rude to me though and he even refused to attend my high school graduation because he thought I came out “too feminine” in the pictures of us. Still he treated me the way you would expect a step parent to treat their step child. Like how it should be. I Ioved him. My 2 younger brothers, however, hated him and constantly complained about him to me. He hit them a few times and even made one of them go outside without a shirt on in the winter when he did something bad. I knew this was all fucked up but still loved him. I can’t explain it. <br><br>He always loved to talk about how he pranked people. He even joked about prank calling the police and telling them to come to the house for nothing. He also did this in front of my family. My dad never believed him but said he was a sick and twisted bastard. That’s actually what got me to realize he was insane. <br><br>When my family went on vacation last year we all shared a hotel room. I slept on the couch and woke up to Jim rummaging through my bag. I asked him what he was doing and he said he was just curious. I told him to fuck off and he looked at me with the most sinister smile on his face. I never saw a smile like that before. I actually pissed myself out of fear. He then said he was gonna steal my phone and give it back to me whenever I wanted to leave the hotel to “make sure I didn’t contact any drug dealers” even though he new I wasn’t into that stuff. I cried and told him to give me back my phone and he just told me to fuck off again. I told my dad and he just told me to walk around without it for 1 day and I would survive but it was still terrifying. I never felt like that before. My dad told me he thought Jim was a sociopath actually and my stepdad was probably just doing the things he was doing for fun. <br><br>He also always talked about how he would kill my dad if he ever cheated on him. He was very serious and I think he might’ve actually done it. A few weeks ago my dad and I were out grocery shopping when we got a call saying that Jim went missing. We immediately thought the worst so we rushed home and checked everywhere. We couldn’t find him but we saw blood leading to the back door. It was like something out of a horror movie. We followed the trail of blood and there was no body. The blood just stopped. We still haven’t found him or his body. I feel like the worst person ever for not being upset about this. I feel like I should be and I kind of am but I also feel like he got what was coming to him. I just wish my brothers didn’t have to go through what they went through. I truly hate him.