He never understood why his little brother trusted their father so much. Why he would cry and beg every time the dick head left.
Hadn't he learned that it would do nothing? Hadn't he learned that the Bitch's kids were more to him then us?
He wished he could forgive his younger brother for loving him. For trusting him.
But he couldn't.
The memories from when younger wasn't there for always flooded his mind.
He couldn't save him. Not when he had so much Trust.
Trust is what led him to his death and it would led his brother to him.
It was always Trust.
Trust is what will kill them all.
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Short StoryMy mind is very dark and twisted, when it comes to school assignments or just random short stories. They're always Thrillers or horror or mystery. I was told that I should be sharing these stories because they are quite good. Most of them will be...
