Punished Twice for My Brother's Sins

A crisp, cracking sound shattered the dead silence of the living room like a thunderbolt.

I jolted violently, my hands and feet turning ice-cold as I stared at the pile of emerald-green fragments on the floor. That was the only keepsake Granddad had left behind. It was a finely crafted emerald signet ring.

My younger brother, Thomas Werther, was turning three today. As we were going to celebrate his birthday today, my dad, Ronald Werther, had specially taken the ring out of the safe and placed it on the coffee table, intending to put it on later.

But now, it lay broken into several pieces on the cold marble floor.

And the culprit, Thomas, stood barefoot right next to the shards. He was wearing the custom-made suit Dad had just bought him, looking like a charming little prince.

Hearing the noise, Dad, who had been changing in the bedroom, rushed out in his slippers.

"What happened? What was that sound..." His voice died in his throat as he took in the fragments on the floor.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his face turned deathly pale. Dad roared, his voice trembling with disbelief. "My ring… The signet ring Dad left me!"

Thomas looked at the broken pieces on the floor, then at Dad's enraged face. He blinked a couple of times, crouched down, picked up the largest fragment of the ring with his chubby little hands, and raised it high.

"Tommy! Put that down!" I screamed in terror, lunging forward to stop him.

But it was too late. Thomas grinned at me, revealing a few pearly white milk teeth, and let go.

The fragment hit the floor with a crack, shattering into even smaller pieces.

"That sounds nice! It broke! All broken!" Thomas clapped his hands in delight as peals of laughter escaped him. His innocent, carefree giggle echoed through the living room, but to me, it sounded like the most terrifying death knell.

Dad's eyes turned completely bloodshot, filled with horrifying red veins. He whipped around, those crimson eyes locking onto me.