I wanted to tell my brother I was sorry.
Looking back on it, I think would've made the same decision.
How could he let some girl stand there and call him fat?
And then demand him to "get her out of this house," in my MOTHER'S fucking house after I say something?
I'm not usually a very violent person.
But there was something about seeing that bitch walk all over my brother, that made my blood boil.
I don't think I've ever moved so gracefully over a counter.
My brother still won't talk to me.
We used to be best friends.