I Once Loved My Foster Brother

rely a whisper, but it felt li

hundreds of eyes that were burning

igging into my skin like a vise. "You' r

ried to pull away, but he was too

could hear. "You' ve caused enough trouble for one night. You are going

with a small, triumphant smile on her face

rlett," Brandon command

romised to protect me was gone. In his place was a cold, cruel stranger

eing an orphan. Brandon had found me crying behind the gym. He' d put his arm around me and

l. The sting on my cheek, the ache in my arm, it was

ou again." He gave my arm a sharp tug, forcing me to stum

my entire body. My vision blurred with tears, but I refused to let

lding one. I knew I had no choice. He wouldn' t let this go. He

o, I

d sob, I sank to the floor, my wine-stained dress pooling a

empty thing. "I' m... I' m sorry, Tif

uth. Tiffany' s smile widened. "A

pression unreadable, before turning his full attention back to Tiffany. He put a gentle

a spectacle for the entire party. I watched them go, his hand tenderly guiding her through the c

y room, stripped off the ruined dress, and threw it in the trash. I didn't care that it was designer, that it

d without a knock. It was Brandon. He didn' t look at me. He walked over t

doing?" I aske

at me. "She' ll be more comfortable in here. Yo

room. The room that had been

lly blank. They moved with quiet efficiency, erasing me from the space. Brand

up a small, wooden music

d. It was the last thing my parents had ever

e music box from the maid' s hands. "

id, my voice pleading. "Plea

ld and distant. He was erasing not just