Parents.. with different treatment

Cold mistivious revenge

Xander sat on the playground's edge, watching as Xavier played happily with his favorite toy—his prized red race car. Every time he saw Xavier, the anger from their past argument bubbled inside Xander. The memory of Xavier pushing him down that slide, the pain of his broken arm, and how Xavier seemed to get all the attention from their parents—it all felt unfair.

"Why does he get away with everything?" Xander muttered under his breath. As he watched his younger brother laugh, completely oblivious to the hurt he had caused, a plan formed in Xander's mind. If no one else was going to make Xavier pay, then Xander would do it himself.

Without a second thought, Xander got up and marched over to where Xavier was sitting, still focused on his race car. Without warning, Xander snatched the car from his brother's hands.

"Hey! What are you doing? Give it back!" Xavier cried out, reaching for his toy.

But Xander wasn't listening. He stared at the race car in his hands, then, with a swift motion, slammed it onto the concrete path. The car shattered into pieces, plastic parts flying everywhere.

Xavier's eyes filled with tears immediately. "No! You broke it!" he wailed, bending down to pick up the broken pieces of his beloved toy.

Xander crossed his arms, a smirk spreading across his face. "Yeah, I did. And you deserve it. You broke my arm, and I'm not going to let you forget it."

Xavier sobbed as he tried to gather the pieces of the car. "It was an accident! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"Well, this wasn't an accident," Xander snapped, feeling no sympathy for his brother's tears. "Now you know what it's like to lose something important."

Xander's satisfaction grew as he watched Xavier cry over his broken toy, but he wasn't done yet. Spotting a few small rocks on the ground nearby, Xander picked one up and hurled it at Xavier. The rock hit Xavier on the shoulder, causing him to flinch and cry out.

"Stop it!" Xavier yelled, backing away, fear creeping into his voice. "Why are you being so mean?"

Xander just shrugged and picked up another rock. "Because you deserve it," he said coldly, throwing the second rock at his brother. This one grazed Xavier's arm, making him wince.

Tears streamed down Xavier's face, but Xander didn't care. He was too focused on making sure his brother felt the same pain he had. "You think you can push me around and get away with it? Not anymore."

Xavier was trembling now, but instead of standing up for himself, he just cried harder, pleading for Xander to stop. "Please, Xander, stop! I'm sorry!"

But Xander wasn't interested in apologies. His anger had taken over, and seeing Xavier hurt felt like justice. He threw another rock, this one landing dangerously close to Xavier's foot.

"You should've thought about that before you pushed me," Xander said with a sneer. "This is payback."

At that moment, Colby and Valerie rushed over, having heard Xavier's cries from across the playground.

"What's going on here?" Colby demanded, his face filled with anger and concern.

"He broke my car and threw rocks at me!" Xavier sobbed, pointing at the shattered toy and the rocks scattered on the ground.

Colby turned to Xander, his expression hardening. "Xander, what were you thinking?"

Xander just shrugged, completely unbothered by the situation. "He deserved it. He pushed me and broke my arm, so I broke his car."

Valerie knelt down to comfort Xavier, who was still crying. "Sweetheart, are you okay? Did you get hurt?" she asked softly, wiping away his tears.

Xavier nodded but continued to cry, clutching the broken pieces of his toy.

"Xander, you can't just hurt your brother like that," Colby said, his voice stern. "This isn't how we handle things."

But Xander didn't care. He looked at his parents with a blank expression. "I don't care. He hurt me first, and I'm not going to let him get away with it."

"Breaking his toy and throwing rocks at him isn't going to fix anything," Colby said, trying to reason with him.

"Whatever," Xander muttered, turning his back on them. "He deserved it."

Valerie looked up at Colby, concern in her eyes. "We need to talk to him about this. This isn't just about anger—he's not showing any remorse."

But as they spoke, Xander walked away, his head held high. He didn't feel bad. He didn't feel guilty. All he cared about was that, for once, Xavier knew what it felt like to lose something—just like he had.

Xander didn't feel any regret for what he'd done. In his mind, justice had been served. And even as he left his sobbing brother behind, he didn't feel the slightest bit sorry.