Love That Killed: My Spoiled Brother

My younger brother grew up as an adult and loved touching women. But Grandma, who knew everything about it, didn't scold and teach him. Instead, she praised him, telling him that, as young as he was, he was already good at choosing someone at an early age.

However, I did my very best to correct his bad habit. My parents called me overacting and said I shouldn't interfere, while grandma yelled at me for not seeing him doing his best.

The time I tried stopping him from reaching out to other girls to ruin their future again, he was in a rage and pushed me to the side, making me fall into the water.

Both my parents and grandma witnessed it, coldly staring at me drowning in the water and said that I, the money-losing person, deserved to die.

I observed them, letting my younger brother have his lousy behavior.

"He's still young, you can't hit him!" Mom yelled at me. Her voice made me aware of what was happening around me.

In my previous life, right after showering, I took clothes with me when my younger brother, Chase Larson, came inside. Without hesitation, she went closer to me and touched his hand on my skin.

Stunned, I raised my hand and snapped on his arms, slapping his hand off. Out of the blue, he burst into tears.

Mom and Grandma heard his wailing, catching both of their attention.

I informed them about what Chase did to me, but they scolded me without hesitation instead of siding with me.

"Your younger brother is only playing! Why are you overacting?!" Mom asked me as if it was normal. "You won't lose anything if he does it to you. Why are you even making a fuss?!"

Grandma spat on me and stared at me coldly as if I were the one who had done wrong, not Chase.

"Come on, he's too young. What bad intentions could he have?" Grandma asked, raising one eyebrow at me. "What's wrong with it when your brother touches you? Even he often plays with me, too and there's no malice in it."

"You are no longer young. You are an adult who can determine what is right and what is not. How could you still be young, huh?" Grandma asked me again.

Both Mom and Grandma questioned me; it was as if it was me who was dirty-minded, putting malice on everything, even though it meant nothing to them. I knew it wasn't, but there was something on it.

It had been years since they had mistreated me and made me doubt my younger brother's intentions. I wondered if Chase was playing and perhaps, they were right that I was the problem for thinking it was wrong.

I realized I was mistaken when I saw him hiding behind our grandmother with a scared look. And I shouldn't have that kind of thinking.

However, it wouldn't be denied that my younger brother's rude and shameless behavior disrespected me and could harm other girls if that continued.

I once informed Grandma and Mom that I would lend a hand to let my brother change. With that, Chase would respect all women and wouldn't just touch them, even if it meant for play.

Suddenly, they reacted, "You don't understand it. He needs more practice so he can have a good wife in the future!"

I was stunned to the bones and was at a loss for words. Since they wouldn't want me to do it, I couldn't correct the behavior they were tolerating. In the end, I had lost my life.

In this life, they could do everything they wanted. It didn't matter to me anymore.

I tried asking for my household registration book and ID card, using the excuse that I needed them for an award from my work.

At first, they were hesitant to do it. Still, soon after they heard I would gain a nine-hundred dollar bonus, they handed me the necessary documents without thinking.

I knew they take it for granted that I would hand them for real the bonus I would gain.

Perhaps they based it on how I handed over my salary to them. That was their very own rule, which they told me about long ago.

Meanwhile, my younger brother Chase's eyes widened when I mentioned I would receive a bonus.

"Astrid, since you said you are going to have a bonus, then go and buy me a phone later," Chase said out of excitement. "All my classmates have an iPhone, so I want you to get me one."

Before I could react, he added, "Anyway, Mom and Grandma always told me that the money you gained should also be my money from now on."

He had been spoiled by our parents, who didn't take me as seriously as they could. He was always influenced and never took me as seriously as his older sister. Instead of respecting me, he was somewhat cold to me and called me by my name, not by the endearment we had.

What was worse was that he ran over to hug me while shouting and his hands were about to crawl into the gap between my clothes.

I instinctively replied, "I've given all my money to my mom. Where is the money left?"

Chase widened his eyes. With confidence, he replied, "I don't know where she came from."

"Don't you still leave some living expenses for yourself every month?" Chase wondered. "It's been so long; you must have saved tens of thousands, right? What's wrong with giving me thirteen thousand dollars to buy a new phone."

Upon hearing that, Grandma turned to see me. She interjected, "My good grandson is right. As an older sister, you must have money on you. You can't be so selfish, not even caring about your own younger brother."

On the other hand, Mom could no longer help herself but react and said, "Yes, Astrid, where are the living expenses I left for you? You can't be so extravagant that you've spent it all, right?"