It wasn’t until a few weeks before that fateful birthday that I realized that my brother had changed. I owed so much money to my bookie and several other men. Normally, I’d go to Edward and demand that he write me a check. He’d grumble and do so. But, when I went to his office in the Hancock Building, I demanded the money. He told me to fuck off. His eyes were cold and calculating. Definitely not the pussy little brother I’d known all of my life. That’s when I knew that I couldn’t walk all over him anymore.
That enraged me.
I got some sick, perverse pleasure in fucking around with my brother. The fact that he wouldn’t take it lying down anymore made me lose my cool and I knew that I had to do something about it. I continued teasing my brother, making his life miserable. However, he kept getting stronger and stronger. I knew that it had something to do with his now wife, Bella. She was a meek-looking little girl but she gave my brother a backbone.
Then my world imploded with the first trial and the betrayal of my father. He sold me out. His own son! He took Edward’s side. But not really. I had screwed up. I had fucked over my whole life with my gambling addiction. My need of drugs, gorgeous women and alcohol. Then, I took that mistake and extended it. In my rage, I found my father and ended him.
I killed my own father with my bare hands. I felt him die and I caused it.
Now, my dreams are haunted by his eyes. With his disapproval for my choices. And I would never have the opportunity to apologize to him for being such an embarrassment. But there was one thing that I needed to do and I would do it tomorrow. At my trial.
I’d apologize to my brother.