I'm Burnt Out Brother Novels & Stories

I turned to leave, but not before his fingers brushed mine one final time hidden from Dante’s view by the angle of our bodies. I walked out of the study on unsteady legs. The mansion felt different after the cabin. It felt colder and more dangerous. Enzo was waiting in the hallway. He took one look at my face and fell into step beside me without speaking. He didn’t ask questions. He just stayed close until I reached my door. Inside my room I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at my hands. My brother was no longer just noticing small things. He was connecting them. The war with the Valentis was still out there. But the war inside the family had just moved to the front line.

When the sulfuric acid hit my face, I spent my last ounce of strength calling my brother, the Don. He dismissed it as just another one of my tantrums. "Grace, if you dare miss Betty's book launch tomorrow, I'll make you regret it." The moment the call was disconnected, the burning pain stole my last breath. You don't have to bother this time, my brother. I'll disappear for you. Forever. Death is not the end, at least not for me.

I tell but it seems to have no effect on him. His silver gaze calmly crawls over me. "Did you really come all the way here to talk about my fucking brother?" He asks, swirling the glass in his hand. "Or is it an excuse? Aw, did you miss me?" I grit my teeth, stepping into the room. "I’m done with you.” My voice is firm, the fire in my gut fueling my words. "I’m done with you, Walden brothers. I'm done with this stupid, fucking game and I—"

Kirthi asked Mom and I shook my head. “I want him out of this place, Anusha.” Mom said ignoring Kirthi’s remark. “What can I do? Dad and you only can do something about it. And if this is the reason for me to waste my time from sleeping, then please don’t do it again.” Saying that I turned around to leave. “Ansh! Go and get burnol from somewhere. I think my adopted brother got his hand burned.” Hearing those words, I stopped in my tracks. “Adopted brother?” Bhai asked, but something else struck me.

she asked. He stopped mid-step. “You’re still talking to them,” he said. “You’re still not answering.” His silence confirmed it. “Marcus?” she guessed. “No.” Her chest tightened further. “Then who?” He took another step forward. “Someone who doesn’t forgive easily.” “That’s not a name.” “No.” She turned to face him. “You said you burned everything else.” “I did.” “Who did you burn?” A pause. Then, quietly, “My brother.” The word felt like a dropped glass.

“After you disappeared from my life and Mom died, I had no one left. Nothing but this festering, blistering rage.” I can’t even begin to comprehend the extent to which I have harmed my own brother. I want to fix it, but I know there are no words that will resolve fourteen years of unexplained and undeserved abandonment. I pick up a small stone, chucking it into the lake and causing ripples that extend beyond what we can see on the other side of the willow’s branches swimming in the water. “I need help getting a message about Father’s counteroffer to the Sun Warriors,” I say. “Is that a task you would be up to assisting me with?”

Rage, maybe rage would lift me up, make me stand, make me walk - -Marlon James. |L O R E N Z O| "This is so fucked up, Enzo!" I heard my brother scream in phone from the other side of it, first thing in the morning. And, it is not helping that my head already feels heavy. "There are a lot of things in that category. You have to be more specific, brother." I groan as my head throbs with pain.

-Listen to me brother: I love her and I don't want to lose her. Coming out of the daze, Brahim blinked several times. His chest was compressed by helplessness, and his brother's words rewound once more in his head, striking his stubborn heart. A spark of fire ignited something in his blood. He approached Ciro, still with the gun in his hands, and pressed his forehead against his.

Then his expression became cold again. “Listen carefully.” he suddenly said and I nodded automatically. “Nobody at school must know about this, not a single soul. I am not your step brother, we don't live together. We are not related and I don't know someone as lame as you. If you as much as breathe this to anyone, I will ruin you I promise.”

“If you work too much, you’ll end up burning-out far too early to do as many good deeds in this world as you seem brazen enough to achieve.” Rolling my eyes, I almost feel jittery that I’m having this conversation. Reese is in the hospital, losing the fight against the poison that traitorous witch had given him. The longer I sit here and play nice, the worse I feel for not being there for my brother. I can’t possibly burn-out, like Gabriel speaks of, because I have the ultimate motivator.