[ WP ] A villian who thinks he 's a hero realizes he 's the villian . What is he thinking ?

Am... am I the bad guy? 
 
 It all started out so simple. Their thugs had been shaking down my folks' business for money. Because of that my sisters and I had to go with less, which was fine. It was when we had to go hungry for two days that my dad snapped and tried to give them less money. 
 
 They sent him to the hospital with six broken ribs for being insolent. I was sixteen at the time. My mother and I were barely able to keep the business alive while my father recovered. 
 
 When they came back again I was ready this time. They harassed my mother for money and I snuck behind them with my baseball bat. I was a starter on our schools baseball team. I was very good at hitting homeruns. I used that skill to bash the two thugs heads in. ( I rewrote this part [ here ] ( http: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/1qej9j/wp_a_villian_who_thinks_hes_a_hero_realizes_hes/cdca2sj ) thanks to some constructive criticism. ) 
 
 They had hurt my father and were making my sisters starve. I felt no guilt. 
 
 I knew they would come after my family again. The guys shaking us down were part of some mob family. I decided I would go after them first. 
 
 Hiding bodies is surprisingly easy when those bodies are of criminals nobody reports missing. My family ran a dry cleaners so cleaning up the blood was actually easy. My mother helped me hide the blood. She kept crying about what they would do to us now but she did n't blame me. I was protecting my sisters. 
 
 If I went after them first, they would n't hurt my family. It was simple, I'd just kill them all. They'd never expect me, a young son of a dry cleaner they were fleecing for cash. If the mob members started dying they'd be much more concerned about that than fleecing my family. 
 
 I told my mother to report me missing. Say that I got into a fight with the two mobsters and they kidnapped me. The cops would n't do anything but the mob would figure I was dead. At least I hoped. Then I could get away and kill them. Once they were all dead and my family was safe I could go back. 
 
 Nobody would miss these thugs. 
 
 That was two years ago. I've lost track of how many of them I have killed. It's amazing how much information you can get from the victims families. The mob had been extorting money from our neighborhood for as long as I had been alive. All of my neighbors knew me and once they heard about my quest they started feeding me information. Stuff like when they'd show up for money, where they got drugs, which girls they had kidnapped and when. 
 
 Other boys started joining me too. They were friends from school, other victims and other enemies of the local mob. 
 
 I had tracked down the mob bosses family. He had gone into hiding but he had n't taken his family. I was standing in front of his wife and daughter with my original baseball bat. My friends were with me. We were trying to get the location of the boss from them. 
 
 They did n't know and were crying. They had no idea what their husband and father did for money. The girl was only eight. I had broken into their home with the intent of killing their father. All they knew was strange men had broken into their home and tied them up. 
 
 Am... am I the bad guy? 
 
 The young girl sniffled again and began to cry anew. 
 
 All I wanted was for my sisters to eat.
