A/N: Hey, lovelies! Last week I came across a story making an adaptation of “My severe brother” and “The Carnells”. When I talked to the "Author" she just said she got inspired.
Like what a fancy way to steal other people's work, make your own ideas. 😤
Please dear readers if you come across anything like this report it and tell the author right away.
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Especially for a writer, it's really important to get feedbacks.
Enjoy.
Peter's pov
I was standing in the corner, my heart pounding in my chest with fear and anticipation, waiting for my doom. The walls seemed to close in on me, suffocating me with their oppressive presence. I despised this corner, its cold, unwelcoming aura a constant reminder of my mistakes.
I loathe its ability to magnify my fears and insecurities. It felt like a prison, trapping me within its confines. I longed for someone, anyone, to come and rescue me from this torment.
As I stood there, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Fear and regret consumed me. I couldn't help but think about how I had landed myself in this situation, how I had allowed myself to fall so far.
In a feeble attempt to distract myself from the impending confrontation, my mind wandered to random topics. I found myself contemplating the periodic table, trying to recall the elements and their properties. Anything to calm my nerves and escape the reality that awaited me.
With every passing moment, the knot in my stomach tightened, and I yearned for this ordeal to be over.
Waiting for Cole was excruciating. It wasn't just that I was going to be spanked, but waiting for it to happen was just as bad. It seemed to take forever!
Half of me hoped Cole never came and the other half just wanted to get it over with.
It had only been twenty minutes since I got here. I started to believe that Cole just enjoyed knowing that I was squirming with worry. It was so sadistic!
Finally, relief came when my older brother appeared, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room. " Come sit here, Ace."
He beckoned me to come out of the corner and sit on the bed. His expression was one of anger and disappointment, and I couldn't bear to meet his gaze. I shamefully lowered my head.
" Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" He asked as he leaned on the door frame crossing his arms.
" What do you want me to say?" I asked back, pouting.
I'm not frightened. I hadn't hurt anyone. It had just been some innocent fun and it had gone wrong.
" I can't believe the things you dared to do. Everytime I say this is the worst shit you pulled, you convince me it's not."
" I was trying to have some fun."
The look of fury on his face made me wish that I had been muzzled. I looked at my feet and pressed my lips together to not say anything more.
He grasped my face firmly to make me look into his flaming eyes, and then, in a voice filled with a blend of pain and anger, he began to scold me. " This is why you did this to me, to our family? Was it worth it? Is the fun more important than us?"
I shook my head. Tears welled up in my eyes, my heart heavy with regret and shame.
" You stole from me, betrayed our trust. And gambling? Going to a casino with a fake ID? Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you've gotten yourself into or the amount of risk you put your precious self into?"
