روايات وقصص ضمن I Gave Up My Life To My Brother

she smiled. When my sister committed suicide, my brother decided to change our names and everything that connected us to our past. It wasn't easy for either of us to leave our identities behind, but it was for the best. Today, my brother is called Natan, and I don't remember the last time he called me Brian, nor do I recall the last time he called himself Ava. Leaving my country wasn't easy for me, nor was leaving the city where I lived, my neighbors, and especially Zara and Aunt Alice, who were like a true family to me. I would like to see them again, but I'm not ready for that yet.

I darted down an alleyway and drew in a deep breath. I knew where I was going to pick up this job. The same place I always went. When my father had finally stepped away from the crew, he passed it onto my brother, who was three years older than me, and not very good at standing up to our father. My brother was a pushover. As strong as he was physically, Dad had a grip on him mentally. Which dove this crew into some shady shit for a very long time. But after my brother’s accident, after having the only thing he loved ripped away from him, he finally saw the light.

As we got in the elevator, he held both of our hands together. How's he doing, kid? She asked Miss Maria. He is now in good shape. I answered, with tears on the verge of coming out. "What should I call this? For the painful pasts of both of the men I love to be so similar and so hard." The kiss my brother gave me broke me out of my thoughts. I really love you, big sister. I also love you, baby. I bent down and gave her a kiss on both cheeks. My brother is what keeps me going. There was a time when I wanted to end my life because it was too hard, but I didn't because I didn't want to leave him alone in this cruel world.

I spit on his face causing him to let me go, "You are stupid, dirty b*stard! Go to hell!" "How dare you!" He slap me again, but this time my lips pop and bleed. "Let's see if you can still talked back to me after my boys torture your man. He'll definitely beg us not to kill him, and I'll be delighted to show him no mercy." He left me and I started crying quietly, which I have to endure this life for my brother. I choose this over myself because somehow my brother's life is more important than mine, that's why I can do everything to cure him.

Would I also loose him too? I can't afford to loose him. I worked my ass off day and night for the both of us. I quit my sex job and decided to look for a more decent occupation. I would readily give my life up in a heartbeat for my brother. He didn't deserve all these pain. "Dont cry Camilla" the doctor's worried tone snapped me out of my reverie. I jerked and fixed my orbs back at him. I didn't even realise that traitorous tears had began streaming down my cheeks, giving away my sorrow.

I said as pain flashes through my eyes. He looked up at him, his body stiff and eyes holding confusion. “What do you mean chased out of the house” he said as he moved closer. Ohh he did a background check, but was never able to find out about that? How absurd. I looked up at him. “Ohh you didn’t know about that? You didn’t know that I was chased out of the house by your own brother, who I thought loved me and cared about me, only for me to find out that he had been sleeping with my sister all along? You didn't find out about that?” I said.

My father has already lost me, i cannot allow him to lose a son too, it’d destroy him, especially after what happened to my mother. “Please Mihai.” I plead, my voice small, “Let my brother go.” Mihai glances back at me, but he does not loosen his grip on my brother who is slowly turning blue. He's going to suffocate, and i can’t even muster to strength to do anything about it. I feel so broken inside. My brother was going to kill me, and i was going to let him, why? Why should i give up my life because i haven’t taken the path that my family wanted me to?

Ethan was my brother. But for the past 21 years, he had harbored nothing but hatred for me. In his eyes, I was the one who killed our parents. It happened on my fifth birthday. Mom and Dad were away on business in a nearby province, but they hadn't forgotten me. As soon as they wrapped up work, they called to ask what I wanted as a gift. Young and naive, I only wished to celebrate with them and my brother—to share my birthday cake, to share that simple joy.

There was a reason I had left the club life behind me as soon as I had a chance. Although chance was maybe the wrong term. Death had given me my freedom, not chance. The death of someone I loved. Someone I idolised. His mistakes, his whole lifestyle, had put me on the path I was on today. It had put my other brother on one as well, and for a time I hoped that he would get away. But he was back in now. Deeper than ever. It was a scary thought. And one that I didn’t dare dwell on. I refused to dwell on the fact I could lose another brother the same way I had the first.

brother is really sick and he needs urgent treatment”, I said. “ Who gave birth to this useless child? Will you get out of my sight before I struggle you till death”. I went back to my brother and massaged his body with warm water but it kept getting worse so I decided to go on the street to ask for help. No one was willing to help without getting something in return. I sold myself out so I could raise money to treat my brother, as soon as I was able to sell myself to some men, I had some money with me so I decided to go to the pharmacy to get drugs for my brother. I kept doing this until one afternoon, I went to get food for my brother after sleeping with another man and when I got back ho