[ WP ] Write a story where the first sentence means something totally different than the last by the end of the story .

They never said goodbye that night. 
 
 I had some family over for dinner, and do n't get me wrong, I understand why people normally love family, but oh my god. I *hate* my family. There was a reason why I moved out as soon as I came of age. They were rude, loud, and annoying. My father was a drunk ( and not a mean drunk. A loud drunk. In some ways, I think that was actually worse than if he would have beat me. ) My little brother? Oh my god, what a little shithead. Thought he could get everything he ever wanted on a silver platter and he'd never have to do anything himself. 
 
 They invited themselves over for dinner, so I did n't have a very long time to prepare, but I moved quickly. A pure white, plastic tablecloth on my dining table ( a tarp underneath, just in case. They were messy eaters. I forgot to mention that. ) Steak knives at every place setting, barbecue forks for the meal, and I shut all the blinds and lit some candles to keep some ambience. 
 
 They barged in only minutes after I had finished put everything together, in all their loud and intense glory. They barely even said hello to me before they sat down at the table. Jesus Christ, those fuckers. 
 
 I went to another room and poured a few glasses of wine, one for me, one for my parents, and since my parents gave the okay, one for my little brother. Like the little shit he was, he drained it in one gulp and immediately asked for the whole bottle. 
 
 Luckily, the pills had already dissolved before I gave them the glasses. It took a little bit, but one by one, they slumped over the table, faces in their food like the pigs they were. I picked up a steak knife and slit each of their throats, enjoying the way they opened up and their blood flowed as free as the wine I just poured. I buried their bodies beneath my basement floorboards, and wrapped up and burned the tarp and tablecloth. One can never be too careful. Once I finished, I went back to my steak and had a hearty meal, content in how the night had gone, relishing in one fact. 
 
 They never said goodbye that night.
