All Chapters of The Brother I Shouldn’t Want: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

𝓣𝓲𝓶I didn’t understand what I had done at first.The gun was still in my hand, and my arm was still raised in front of me. My finger was stiff on the trigger, and the world around me felt strangely quiet. Not peaceful quiet, but the kind of quiet that comes after something breaks and everyone is waiting to see what happens next.The man in front of me fell backward.His body hit the concrete with a dull sound.I had only ever shot at targets before. Paper circles and cardboard shapes, things that didn’t move. And definitely things that didn’t bleed. I always thought of shooting as a dangerous hobby, like bungee jumping or riding a motorcycle too fast. It scared me, but it was safe in a controlled way. There were rules and there was distance. Also there was always an instructor nearby.This time, there was no range, no rules, no safety line.This was real.I had shot a human being.My hand began to shake so hard that I almost dropped the gun. My fingers felt numb, as if they didn’

𝓣𝓲𝓶My face felt hot all the way down to my neck.I shook my head quickly, hoping Eric wouldn’t notice. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, and my breath came out uneven. I kept my eyes on the blanket, pretending I was tired or dizzy or anything except what I really was…..panicking.“I’m fine,” I said too fast.Under the covers, I tried to push Frank’s hand away. I didn’t dare move much, Eric was right there. If he saw even a small movement, he would ask questions. And if he asked questions, I didn’t know how I would answer them.Frank didn’t stop.Instead, his hand became more daring, like he was testing how far he could go without being caught. My fingers clenched into the sheets, God I wanted to disappear into the mattress.My mind turned foggy. Everything felt far away and too close at the same time. I could hear Eric’s voice, but I couldn’t focus on what he was saying. All I could think was: not here, not now, please not here.“Tim?” Eric said suddenly. “Why are you so red?”I

𝓣𝓲𝓶“Get out,” I said suddenly.Frank looked at me as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. “What?”“I said get out,” I repeated, louder this time. My voice shook, but I forced myself to sound firm. “You should leave.”He studied my face for a moment, his eyes sharp and unreadable. “You’re kicking me out now?”“Yes,” I said. “I need to be alone.”Frank didn’t move right away. He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms, looking far too relaxed for someone who had just been told to leave. “Is this because of what I said about Eric?”“No,” I snapped. “It’s because you never take anything seriously.”He laughed softly. “That’s not true.”“Everything with you feels like a joke,” I said. “Even when it shouldn’t be, especially when it shouldn’t be.”For a moment, neither of us spoke. I could hear the faint sound of machines from the hallway and the distant voices of nurses. Frank’s gaze stayed on me, steady and intense, like he was trying to see through my anger.“Fine,” he finally said.

𝓣𝓲𝓶I dreamed of a park.It was strange, because I had not been to a park in years, and yet the place felt familiar the moment I saw it. The sky was pale blue, the kind of blue that only existed in childhood memories. The trees were tall and thin, their shadows stretched long across the ground. There was a sandbox in the middle of the park, and the sand looked warm and soft, like it had just been touched by sunlight.I stood there, but my feet did not touch the ground.It was like I was floating above everything. In the sandbox, there was a little boy.He sat alone with his back bent forward, both hands busy shaping a small sandcastle. He worked carefully, slowly piling sand into a fragile tower. His clothes were old and dusty, and his hair was too long, falling into his eyes. No one sat near him. No one spoke to him.He looked very lonely.Not the kind of loneliness that came from being quiet or just because you want to, it was the kind that came from being pushed aside.A group o

☾♡ Eric ♡☽Hatred has always come easily to me.People liked to say brothers should love each other, protect each other, grow up side by side like two trees from the same root. But Frank and I had never grown like that. From the moment we were children, he stood taller, brighter, louder than me. He was the one teachers praised. The one elders smiled at. The one girls whispered about in class. Even on Valentine’s Day, when everyone was supposed to get the same cheap chocolate from classmates, Frank’s desk would be buried under gifts while mine stayed almost empty.I learned early what it meant to live in someone else’s shadow.Frank didn’t even need to try. He was just… better. Better grades. Better at sports. Better face. Better voice. Better luck. When he laughed, people listened. When I spoke, people compared me to him. “Why can’t you be more like your brother?” was a sentence I heard so often it became part of my bones.So I learned something else instead. I learned how to smile