by I Write Smutt Not Tragedies
"I have a brother." His brows furrowed. "No way. I would've known if you did." "No one knows about him." I smiled. "He's a loser. Drug addict. We sent him to rot in a cabin on a lake." "Does he not want help?" I sank back against the couch. "He does, but... nothing helps." "He could get better." "He won't." "You shouldn't be so hard on him." "What would you know?" "You care about him." "No. I hate him." "No, you don't." I closed my eyes as though I were making a wish. "I hope he dies." His expression hardened. "Just because he's an addict doesn't mean he deserves to die." My name is Cyprus Hale. I'm the brother. And Levi thinks I'm my twin sister.
