I was supposed to have had him punished for what he did to my best friend, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it since he was my brother and I still loved him. The realization that he betrayed me killed me. Yet, I found it in me to be empathetic with him. I thought I could stand my ground, but I didn’t. I was weak, and that was okay. The more I looked at him, the more I felt pity for him, even though it was the last feeling I should’ve had. He was clearly suffering, and he was internally in turmoil. He was doing anything he could to get his fix of cocaine. It all boiled down to the drugs.He would’ve never done all those things if it hadn’t led him to take drugs. I hated seeing him that way, even though he had done nothing but wish me bad things in my life. I loved him, and I was fond of him. “What you did was wrong, and you’re going to pay for it. It’s going to be slow and painful. But you’re not in the right state of mind. I’m going to punish you in other ways. You should thank me
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