My Brother Makes No Effort Novels & Stories

“You call that a consequence? Oh, how I would love to trade places. Your consequence is a scolding; mine is the crumbling of an empire Father has painstakingly built...” He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “Oh, you’re so melodramatic, brother...” “Am I?” I asked. “Am I really melodramatic? I have to do my work, do Father’s work, and now do yours to ensure the company stays afloat! To ensure we stay out of the business weekly report of crumbling industries. I have to break my back working hard. I had to be responsible while you partied all night! I had to put in long hours at work because my brother found a new short-term career he thinks he’s great at and then abandons it when he grow

“I want to know why is it so hard for you to let go. Why can’t we just move on without letting our past screw us over and over again? Why can’t you just accept that we don’t have that life anymore?” His brow furrowed, the corner of his lips twisting in a sneer. “It’s easy for you to say. You have always been remarkable in adjusting to new changes. Well, guess what? I’m not like you. Not everyone can move on after writing it down five times in their journals.” “You think it’s easy for me?” I hissed, finding it hard to believe that he actually thought that it was. How ignorant had my brother been? “That just because I’m not whining every waking hour like you and mom, I don’t have fucking probl

Bleak and despair were screaming in his expression. “Hmm… the admission test was quite hard. It seems like my brain got suddenly drained.” Then, my brother just forced a smile, but the problem could still be seen on his face. “I’ll go first, sis, big bro,” he bade goodbye to us with a slight nod, and after that, he headed straight towards his bedroom. He didn’t even wait for me to call for him and just ended up locking his door.

I reminded him, hoping that my words would encourage him. Andros, my older brother, sighed, tilting his head back. “I’ve done nothing but work.” That’s how my brother and I differ from each other. While I’m obsessed with work, he is more relaxed and carefree, which is not that bad since he is still a responsible person. “Dad has placed his trust in you. You have to do your best,” I spoke in a more serious tone. Now that our father is reunited with his illegitimate child, the more that my brother and I have to prove our value to him so we can win more of his favor.

He fell on his bed, panting heavily, while I fell beside him also panting. “You just made me exercise,” he complained. “Oh, shut it,” I grumbled. My brother has a naturally fit body, He never exercises or works out, yet he appears fitter than most people who visit the gym regularly. “How was work today?” I ask. He glanced at me as if asking really. “What? We no longer share the same office, so I don’t know how you were at work today,” I mumbled. “Whose fault is it that we no longer share the same office?” he asked.

He was telling me about the time in middle school when he got rejected, and he had to take it the hard way. “It took a lot of consistent efforts from my brother to get me to speak to anyone again.” He added, and I nodded in curiosity. I had no idea he had a brother, and I wondered why no one had ever mentioned him in a conversation or something. I wanted to ask about the brother but something was telling me that he wouldn’t like it. So I just went along with the conversation like that.

Thinking his indifference to all the work around the house would make me leave him too. “I don’t want to lose you too , I don’t want to “ . My brother was shaking as he cried . The death of my parents took a toll on him as it did to me. But he is just trying to portray the image of a strong person. After much coaxing and words of affirmation, that I would never leave him. My brother finally calmed down. I took him out for breakfast and he then left for school. I had some interviews to attend to. And hurriedly clean the house and went for my laptop to begin.

I blurted sitting next to his counter where I love to sit when I am alone to see him working or sometimes watching his crew. "Something is bothering you to work that much for a day my brother. You are not a person who exhausted his body for work!" He uttered doubtful about my gestures and acts. He was right I am bothered and only work can make me occupy rather than being baffled and looking idiot the whole day. I'm not like Laude who shows his emotions when exhausted or my buddy Alejandro who will not let any no or yes without his firm words. Fuck! I think I miss those punks!

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.

“I’m quite fine here.” “But not as well as you could be, managing a huge company with me,” I remark reasonably, and my brother snorts. “Well, I also have a small business of my own here,” he declares smugly. “You could say it’s my personal brainchild.” “But the income isn’t even comparable,” I smile gently at my brother, although I know perfectly well that you can’t beat his stubbornness. I’m the same way. Until I decide something myself, it’s impossible to convince me otherwise.