I'm Burnt Out Brother Novels & Stories

When the bathtub is filled with very cold water, I crouch down and stick my hand in there. "Baby Flame, this is your father speaking. If you're listening to me... warm this water," I order, trying to create fire again. My body does nothing, "Great. You've been burning me for days and are nowhere to be found when I could actually use your help." Indeed, he's nowhere to be found. But I'm nothing if not persistent, so I stay there, trying and trying to create some heat. I know I can do it. I burned down a bed, I burned my brother-in-law, I can do this. I just need to figure out how.

“Every boil, every burn. You brought this on yourself.” He clawed toward me, his fingers shaking, skin splitting at the knuckles. “Help me, brother… please…” The word ‘brother’ seared worse than fire. I shook my head, the weight of years pressing on my shoulders. “No. I buried my brother years ago.” His mouth opened, a scream ripping out, one that rattled the walls. But I no longer had the strength to stand there and watch. I turned. My boots echoed against the gravel floor as I walked away, each step heavy, final.

I have the best brother in the world. End

If only we could stop him first so that he wouldn't get hurt, the number of people who blame me for why Letto left the country and quit basketball would be reduced. And now I am living in hell. "Fuck these people!" I almost threw away my phone and when the knock on the door of my unit came "Start what?" I shouted as I opened the door, and in disgust, Brynne threw her bag and stretched out on my couch. "You know, I'm disgusted with those. When I'm bored, I'll bomb them." I laughed at what my brother was saying, then he handed me a stick of Marlboro red. "I saw that little salvia youngest. You want me to knock it down?" I smirked at Brynne, then threw the lighter at her, then I lit it and went

I had spent two weeks sitting in his apartment without for once connecting him to the Vales because he existed only in a separate world. It all made sense at once. Why every word from him was measured. Why he noticed tiny betrayals but hated apologies. Aaron carried himself as someone who had lived his whole life attempting to prove to someone that he belonged somewhere. The coldness. The seriousness and the house that looked like no one lived in it. I picked up my phone and typed. My boss is Dorian’s brother, and sent it to Shawna. She replied immediately. “What. How? You need to quit the job right now.”

“Family stuff, right Alex?” “Damn right,” Alexander answered, his deep voice rough. His toes wiggled right against my swollen clit. “Cassandra and I handle our business together. Don’t we, sis?” Brady laughed, but it sounded a little forced. He passed me a slice, his fingers lingering on mine. “You two really are tight. It’s cool to see stepsiblings actually get along. Cassandra, you still didn’t answer me earlier though. What’s been stressing you out lately? You ran off kind of fast near the library.”

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.

Adrien is always right, he never does anything wrong in their eyes. That's exactly what has pushed him to this point. My brother is a lazy, mean, wicked, and selfish man, scratch that, boy. I have had to work hard since we lost our parents when I was fourteen. I have been feeding and taking care of my brother since. I send him a stipend unfailingly every month and the months that I send the money late or I send lower than I usually do or maybe he asks for more and I don't give him...he shows up at my place and makes a huge fuss and when that doesn't work, he shows up at my workplace and constantly constitutes a nuisance. That was what got me fired from my last day job.

but that is a whole other conversation and also none of his business. "For one thing, I didn’t give you permission to touch my labs!” I practically snarled at my idiot brother. "FOR another thing, those are fake!” I ranted, completely letting him have it. I've been through enough emotions this whole last week, I just needed to let them all out and he happened to be handy! “There has to be some sort of mix up at the hospital. It’s a mistake! You can’t come in here yelling at me about fake results like I’m some damn slut Ben!”

Father dearest is writhing in a pool of his own blood… and fighting to cut off the cords that bind his hands behind his back at the same damn time. “Zakari, I need the hospital,” he groans, barely hanging on by a thread. “I’m going to die out here.” I lower myself to my haunches and run a finger across his bloodied cheek, waiting for the pity to kick in. It doesn’t. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Take your mind back, father, three days ago.” My fingers move lower until I’m sinking it into one of the fresh injuries in his shoulder. His pain-filled groan gives me immense satisfaction.