I Gave Up My Life To My Brother Novels & Stories

"Exactly nothing to be said because you and I know how hard it is to get to this point and still lose everything and I'm not going to take that chance with you "You better pick up the pieces of your life and get on with it instead of trying to hound me and act like you are some greater god compared to me. I don't bloody care about what anybody says. Everyone already knows that, so why is it an unnecessary obsession with my life?" My brother looked at me for a minute looking like he wanted to punch me in the face but they didn't know how to go about it. Instead he decided to just relax and watch.

"...It's all mine." "I hate this world." Malachi spat. "I know, we both hated this world." His brother whispered. "I hate it. I detest it. It disgusts me down to my very bones. It's never given me anything, and when I tried to leave it, it threw her to me like some sort of miracle, so I took the chance and covered my dirty self with the shine that came with her, and people finally saw me. But you left me all alone, was it worth it? I lost my brother to fame, but was it worth it? Tell me."

“Then don't! It's simple. Go back to Italy and get the fuck out of my life. Find someone to fuck” She stared at me for a while before letting out a short laugh. “Then don't like it is some simple A b c rhyme. I left my house, came here naked to make you me anyhow you like, like some whore to your selfish manly pleasure while I would scrub myself for life because you touched my skin. Yet I did it. Why? Because I don't have a choice. You killed my brother! He did nothing to you! He did not hurt you hey you killed him! Do you know what that cost me? Cost my mum?”

The call ended, leaving the room quieter than before. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Somewhere out there was a brother he had never met, a person who shared his face, his blood, his origin. It was the one unresolved thread in his life, the one question that never quite let him rest. And lately, it felt as though everything was pulling too close at once. His job. His search. And a student he had no right to think about the way he did. Exhaling slowly, he reached for the stack of essays on his desk, forcing himself back into familiar ground. Distance, he reminded himself, was the only way forward.

“it matters more than you think.” I looked away, my chest suffocating. He was right in a sense that no matter how hard I try to forget about it, my life was ruined by my brother and getting over that past was the hardest. “That life is over,” I lied while trying to keep a straight face.“I was sold like I was a commodity. He did not regard me as his own blood sister. I was worthless before him. I lost everything. Why would I even want to talk about such a life??”

“Then you don't need to ask how I could marry Axel. Our relationship is over. Let’s just mind our own business. You have a wife now, don't you? Why bother coming to my house and asking questions that are no longer your right to ask?” “He is my brother, Adeline!” Julian’s voice rose. “Are you insane? The mirror in your room is large enough—take a good look at yourself. You aren't worthy... you’re a wild woman who frequented clubs and drank, and yet you want to stand beside my brother?” Adeline offered a bitter smile, though her heart ached being reminded of her troubled past.

I would always measure myself against my brother. He was the only reason I was born in the first place. When Scott had been twelve, he was diagnosed with leukemia. His best hope had been a bone marrow transplant, but neither of our parents had been a good enough match. Mom and Dad took a chance that a sibling might be, though. And then I hadn’t been.

I needed to let someone know before I go crazy. "He's Anabel's brother, Maya," I finally said, breaking into tears. Maya's eyes went wide. "Wait. What? The guy from the bar is Anabel’s brother? Your Anabel?" "Yes, my Anabel." I dropped my head into my hands. Maya leaned back slowly. “Oh... Wow.” “Yeah,” I said, letting out a bitter laugh. Maya stayed quiet, letting it sink in. “So… Anabel doesn’t know?” Maya asked.

Love wasn’t created for me and it wasn’t something I should ever pursue. I showed her no care, only letting her know the bad side of me. If only I had done things a little differently, we may have been in a better position and she wouldn’t have been forced to run into the arms of my brother. I smirk. My brother…with his philosophy of life about always doing good has managed to win me at this again. The one thing that is meant to put my life together. Now I have to watch it slowly sleep away from me? No, I won’t.

After my younger brother, Dylan Whitaker, forged a college acceptance letter, swindled our family out of $30,000 in tuition money, and ran away, he vanished without a trace. My parents, Patricia and Thomas Whitaker, searched for him relentlessly until the stress took a toll on their health, leaving them unable to work. With no other choice, I used my savings to open a small convenience store for them. By the end of 2023, the pressure had become unbearable, so I chose to work overtime instead of going home for the holidays. Just as I finished my shift in the early hours of the morning, Mom called. “Your father’s heart condition has flared up. He needs surgery. How much money do you have l