Flushed Away Brother Novels & Stories

my mom said as tears flowed freely from her eyes. "I'm really sorry, Mom. I'm sorry for keeping my problems to myself," I apologized as I held her tightly, causing her to cry even more. I know I became too self-centered by locking myself up in sadness. I didn't think about my family, who needed me, especially because of what happened to my brother, Anthony.

Fuck. I peer down seeing my brother suffocate on his own blood as his pulse slows. “Brother … what have you done?” I choke out the words as he coughs and splutters on the floor. The fact my brother is even alive is because he is a hybrid. “Couldn’t let you die, what are big brothers for?” he banters even at this time he still has his humour.

Turned on his heel. And walked away. I crumbled. Curled into myself, I sobbed until my throat went raw. If I could reach into my chest and tear out the aching organ, I would’ve. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps again. Through my blurry vision, I saw the black polish of Alexander’s shoes. My eyes trailed up to find him adjusting his cufflinks. “I’m heading to the office,” he said flatly. I said nothing. Only Alexander Westwood would go into the office mere hours after marrying his brother’s bride.

It was as if she didn't know the right expression to keep. "That's two questions. It's supposed to be one." Brother frowned at her. "Oh." She nervously joined her hands and turned to the others. "So, tell me, is it Dinma?" Max's brother arched a brow at him. "I already broke up with her. We have nothing in common any more." Brother balled his hands into fists as he tried to school his expression. "Let's forget about it." The others chuckled before they continued to spin the bottle. Things went on normally until the bottle landed in front of me. Finally!"

He turned toward his car. James moved quickly, stepping in front of him, blocking his path. “I’m your best friend,” James said desperately. “You can’t send me away like this. You’re my brother, Aiden. We’re brothers…we’re family.” His eyes pleaded, silently begging. Aiden met his gaze with a cold, merciless stare. “Brothers don’t lie to each other,” he said. With that, he shoved James aside and climbed into his car. The engine roared to life, and within seconds, he drove off, disappearing from sight.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my sweatshirt, faking nonchalance as I stepped up onto the sidewalk alongside them. Them being my daughter and Flinn Coltridge. Flinn Coltridge, my brother's best friend. A man-whore. A cocky bastard who knew he was God's finest work until then. A decadent, egotistical work of art in a Prada suit. Too bad the work of art was a masterpiece.

Fuck this. My brother won’t control my actions, and my mate is not going to become my weakness. This guy will hurt others, and with that confidence, I toss him into the stream of sunlight. His body disintegrates to ash pretty quickly, and when I’m confident there’s no coming back from it I head inside. Non-existent security recordings make the clean-up easy as I flip the closed sign and don’t worry too much about locking up. I put my foot on the gas and get out of there, but not quickly enough as movement behind me caught my attention.

Especially people who came with debt and baggage. I sucked in a deep breath and let the water pound over me, washing away the grime and the terrible memories of Marcus’s betrayal. My brother. The only family I had left, and he had… he had actually sold me. My mind spun, my hands shaking as I scrubbed at my skin, trying to erase the feeling of helplessness from my bones.

I take a deep breath as the camp comes into view, a flurry of activity between the cabins. I watch in horror as I see my brother's beloved Ford start, sputtering once or twice before it drives out of the camp, fellow recruits waving their goodbyes after it. My brother was leaving.

I said sharply, "I said your bag, is dripping water" he repeated then left, maybe I came out too sharply, I busted another chance with him, then I realized what he said, I pulled off my bag to check. It's truly dripping, I opened the bag to see a can of water in my bag, it's not covered tightly so it soaked my bag and books. My heart hurts, how can a brother treat his sister like this. What did I ever do to him.